You know what's awesome six-year-olds who know how to vacuum. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, Jory's job is to vacuum the whole house. Not only does he vacuum, he also plugs up the vacuum, wraps and unwraps the cord. We're working on making sure he not only picks up things he finds on the floor that impedes him from vacuuming, but to actually put those items where they need to go. Kids that can vacuum ROCK!!
You know what else is awesome four-year-olds who know how to turn lights on and off. This comes in handy when the baby says, "Me gotta use the bathroom. Turn the light on, please." It's nice to send a four-year-old to turn the light on. SCORE!
I'm not sure if the baby's ability to dump the contents of her potty is an amazing feat or just an amazingly scary one.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
"Mommy, why did you call
the police?" Rowan asked me.
When did I call the cops? What is she talking about?
"Mommy remember when you climbed over the fence?" she continued.
Uh, no. Have I entered an alternate universe? What is this little girl talking about?
"She called 9-1-1 because I thought Oma was dead in the house and we couldn't get in," Jory answered.
Oh snap! I instantly remembered as if I could forget. Rowan is talking about last summer when we had to call 9-1-1 because Oma wasn't answering the phone or the door or responding to her name being called or the honks of the horn, all because she was in a deep, deep sleep. It's officially Rowan is a big girl with an intact long term memory.
"And the police didn't come, it was the firemen and the ambulance," Jory added.
"Yes, I called 9-1-1, Rowan, because Oma didn't come to the door," I finally answered.
I wondered what brought this up, then I recalled I happened upon a fire DVD at the library called Danger Ranger. The video was all about fire safety and not calling 9-1-1 as a prank, so my kids heard that message loud and clear and started thinking about the time Mommy called 9-1-1. The things that trigger memories and the things that make you realize your oldest Irish twin isn't a little baby anymore but morphing into a big girl.
When did I call the cops? What is she talking about?
"Mommy remember when you climbed over the fence?" she continued.
Uh, no. Have I entered an alternate universe? What is this little girl talking about?
"She called 9-1-1 because I thought Oma was dead in the house and we couldn't get in," Jory answered.
Oh snap! I instantly remembered as if I could forget. Rowan is talking about last summer when we had to call 9-1-1 because Oma wasn't answering the phone or the door or responding to her name being called or the honks of the horn, all because she was in a deep, deep sleep. It's officially Rowan is a big girl with an intact long term memory.
"And the police didn't come, it was the firemen and the ambulance," Jory added.
"Yes, I called 9-1-1, Rowan, because Oma didn't come to the door," I finally answered.
I wondered what brought this up, then I recalled I happened upon a fire DVD at the library called Danger Ranger. The video was all about fire safety and not calling 9-1-1 as a prank, so my kids heard that message loud and clear and started thinking about the time Mommy called 9-1-1. The things that trigger memories and the things that make you realize your oldest Irish twin isn't a little baby anymore but morphing into a big girl.
I'm not gonna do that again, Mommy
If I had a dollar for every time I heard that I would be debt free. The baby says it like clockwork whenever she gets into trouble which has lately been for doing something to her sister. Hitting Rowan, pushing Rowan, pinching Rowan, telling Rowan she's not invited to the baby's party. Where do they learn this stuff? And before you say two words to the baby the water works starts after she confesses to the crime that Rowan says she committed.
Cry, whine, cry, sniffle, rubbing of the nose, rubbing of the eyes, and the mommy mantra all are apart of the tactic to either elicit sympathy or avoid punishment or maybe to do a bit of both.
I never thought there would be a day where, before I dropped my daughters off at school or Happy's, I would have to say, "Remember to listen and obey. And no hitting, pinching, pushing, or say anything mean to people. What does God want us to do? Love your neighbor as yourself. And what does that mean? Treat people like you want to be treated." Really? Really?! Jory never had to hear this on his morning drive to school, but alas Jory isn't the Irish twins and the Irish twins aren't Jory.
Layla needs to hear the keep your hands to yourself line more than Rowan does. While Rowan needs to hear listen and obey more than the baby does. Well really the baby needs to hear keep your hands to yourself, mostly when it comes to Rowan. Obviously she's not a crazy baby and knows she can't pull this stuff on Jory because he might not be as passive as Rowan or maybe because he weighs 42 lbs to her 25 or he's 45 1/2" to her 35", whatever the case she rarely touches him in a not nice way.
I'm not gonna do that again, Mommy, the baby says when Rowan revealed the baby threatened to spit on her. And she said it again when Jory revealed the same thing later in the evening. Ugh, spitting! Where do they learn this stuff? Why must they be such Israelites?! Darn that evil snake for whispering sweet nothings into Eve's ear!!! Deana Carter has a song entitled "Did I shave my legs for this?" and my song title would be "Did I sign up for this?"
Cry, whine, cry, sniffle, rubbing of the nose, rubbing of the eyes, and the mommy mantra all are apart of the tactic to either elicit sympathy or avoid punishment or maybe to do a bit of both.
I never thought there would be a day where, before I dropped my daughters off at school or Happy's, I would have to say, "Remember to listen and obey. And no hitting, pinching, pushing, or say anything mean to people. What does God want us to do? Love your neighbor as yourself. And what does that mean? Treat people like you want to be treated." Really? Really?! Jory never had to hear this on his morning drive to school, but alas Jory isn't the Irish twins and the Irish twins aren't Jory.
Layla needs to hear the keep your hands to yourself line more than Rowan does. While Rowan needs to hear listen and obey more than the baby does. Well really the baby needs to hear keep your hands to yourself, mostly when it comes to Rowan. Obviously she's not a crazy baby and knows she can't pull this stuff on Jory because he might not be as passive as Rowan or maybe because he weighs 42 lbs to her 25 or he's 45 1/2" to her 35", whatever the case she rarely touches him in a not nice way.
I'm not gonna do that again, Mommy, the baby says when Rowan revealed the baby threatened to spit on her. And she said it again when Jory revealed the same thing later in the evening. Ugh, spitting! Where do they learn this stuff? Why must they be such Israelites?! Darn that evil snake for whispering sweet nothings into Eve's ear!!! Deana Carter has a song entitled "Did I shave my legs for this?" and my song title would be "Did I sign up for this?"
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Layla's first day of school
I can't believe my baby...
Yesterday on Oma's birthday:
"Is the baby going to school tomorrow?" Oma asked.
"Yes," I answered.
"Oh," she responded.
"Do you not want her to start school tomorrow?"
"Can you afford it?" she retorted, then walked out of the room.
Hours later...
"So why doesn't the baby start school next month?" she questioned.
"The cruise is next month," I replied.
"Hmm, that's right."
"What if she starts in June?"
"Why?"
"You're right it's the summer. Well then, I guess she could start in September."
"Yes, September would be a great time for her to start."
I can't believe my baby starts school in September.
Yesterday on Oma's birthday:
"Is the baby going to school tomorrow?" Oma asked.
"Yes," I answered.
"Oh," she responded.
"Do you not want her to start school tomorrow?"
"Can you afford it?" she retorted, then walked out of the room.
Hours later...
"So why doesn't the baby start school next month?" she questioned.
"The cruise is next month," I replied.
"Hmm, that's right."
"What if she starts in June?"
"Why?"
"You're right it's the summer. Well then, I guess she could start in September."
"Yes, September would be a great time for her to start."
I can't believe my baby starts school in September.
Happy Birthday, Oma!
Today was Oma's birthday, we had plans. Go to church, take her to lunch, and do whatever she wanted to do. Well what did she want to do for her milestone birthday- - sleep. She slept through church, we ate around the house as my friend, Ellen calls it, the kids played. I thought we'd at least go to lunch, but I checked on her at lunchtime and she was dozing with the TV going.
So in the end her birthday was spent like she wanted it just chillin' with her family, never getting dressed and having pizza for dinner. And of course, in typical Oma fashion asking for her birthday gift to be returned.
Happy Birthday Oma! Thanks for making our lives possible! And if you truly loved us you'd find us not necessarily rich, but wealthy step-dad/grandfather type on your next cruise. The kids and I are open to being adopted and changing our last names for the right dad/grandpa. We love you!
So in the end her birthday was spent like she wanted it just chillin' with her family, never getting dressed and having pizza for dinner. And of course, in typical Oma fashion asking for her birthday gift to be returned.
Happy Birthday Oma! Thanks for making our lives possible! And if you truly loved us you'd find us not necessarily rich, but wealthy step-dad/grandfather type on your next cruise. The kids and I are open to being adopted and changing our last names for the right dad/grandpa. We love you!
Sunday, April 3, 2011
The best made plans
I had it all planned after the Dish Network technician left, TTT were going to use the money Grandma and Grandpa sent them and buy themselves breakfast at McD's. They were excited until the Dish tech took longer than expected and the walk we were going to take turned into a drive, but by the time we were ready leave McD's was no longer serving breakfast. Instead I made fried eggs, a newly learned skill, and threw them on a tortilla with meat and cheese and rolled it up. It's like I'm a cooking genius. Jory loved it.
Our new plan was going well so while Jory and the baby were eating, I decided to go vacuum. I vacuumed away until I thought did I give Rowan her food. I went to the kitchen to check only to discover, I never turned off the pan and her breakfast was now burnt. I turned to Jory and asked why he didn't tell me the food was burning.
"I was calling your name but you didn't hear me," he replied.
As I opened windows, doors, and turned on fans, I asked him, "Could I hear you over the vacuum?"
"No."
"Then why didn't you come get me to tell me the food was burning?"
He and Rowan stared blankly at me.
"If you smell something burning and I didn't hear you calling me, then you need to come get me. Do you understand?"
Yes, they nodded.
"Like this Mommy," Jory asked as he got out of his chair.
"Just like that," I answered. They can get out of their chair for a billion different reasons, but they can't get out of it to tell me the house is going to burn down?
I could tell it was going to be a day for an early nap, but instead of a nap we took Layla to get her first haircut or rather trim, I can't have her with some crazy hairstyle right before Easter. She sat in the chair like a big girl. I was so proud of her. Then it was off to Target to pick up an item or two, then back to the house with our McD's food, it got too cold and windy to walk.
We watched a movie about Easter as we ate, but after lunch everyone started acting a little nutty and I couldn't take it any longer. Jory was sent to the dining room to do math problems and read. Rowan was sent to the kitchen to write her alphabet. And baby sat in the family room and colored. I helped Jory with his work, reviewed Rowan's alphabet handiwork, and admired the baby's masterpiece. It was so nice to have silence so I could think about what to do next, while at the same time have all my children being productive. I loved it! I didn't imagine the day would end up like this, but I'm glad it did.
Our new plan was going well so while Jory and the baby were eating, I decided to go vacuum. I vacuumed away until I thought did I give Rowan her food. I went to the kitchen to check only to discover, I never turned off the pan and her breakfast was now burnt. I turned to Jory and asked why he didn't tell me the food was burning.
"I was calling your name but you didn't hear me," he replied.
As I opened windows, doors, and turned on fans, I asked him, "Could I hear you over the vacuum?"
"No."
"Then why didn't you come get me to tell me the food was burning?"
He and Rowan stared blankly at me.
"If you smell something burning and I didn't hear you calling me, then you need to come get me. Do you understand?"
Yes, they nodded.
"Like this Mommy," Jory asked as he got out of his chair.
"Just like that," I answered. They can get out of their chair for a billion different reasons, but they can't get out of it to tell me the house is going to burn down?
I could tell it was going to be a day for an early nap, but instead of a nap we took Layla to get her first haircut or rather trim, I can't have her with some crazy hairstyle right before Easter. She sat in the chair like a big girl. I was so proud of her. Then it was off to Target to pick up an item or two, then back to the house with our McD's food, it got too cold and windy to walk.
We watched a movie about Easter as we ate, but after lunch everyone started acting a little nutty and I couldn't take it any longer. Jory was sent to the dining room to do math problems and read. Rowan was sent to the kitchen to write her alphabet. And baby sat in the family room and colored. I helped Jory with his work, reviewed Rowan's alphabet handiwork, and admired the baby's masterpiece. It was so nice to have silence so I could think about what to do next, while at the same time have all my children being productive. I loved it! I didn't imagine the day would end up like this, but I'm glad it did.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
The future
"Mommy, they said a bad word," Rowan announced.
"Kissing isn't a bad word." She and Jory currently believe seeing any kissing or even hearing the word is icky and obviously wrong, though they like giving and receiving kisses. "One day you're going to kiss your husband," I informed her.
"What's his name gonna be?"
"Baby, I have no idea."
"Kissing isn't a bad word." She and Jory currently believe seeing any kissing or even hearing the word is icky and obviously wrong, though they like giving and receiving kisses. "One day you're going to kiss your husband," I informed her.
"What's his name gonna be?"
"Baby, I have no idea."
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