Funny things I want to remember :
Syd performed a C-section on Spencer with his jigsaw.
She had him lay on his back with his legs up and out looking ready to push.
She reached through, told him, "this is gonna hurt real bad buddy....are you ready ?" and quickly pulled the saw across his stomach and said, "look....it's your newborn baby Spencer." presenting him with Ryan who proceeded to slap Spencer on the belly, giggle and run away.
Syd is OBSESSED with child birth. She doesn't know what happens...and is still under the impression that the doctors either cut the baby out or stretch your belly open...but she is 100 % sure she wants to do it. NEEDLE FREE.
She is so afraid of shots that she almost gave up the dream of becoming a mother.
Spencer. now he's not afraid of needles or having his stomach cut open with a plastic playsk00l jigsaw and bearing a nearly 23 lb baby. That's my boy. I think the genetically inherited wide hips helped too :)
Friday, January 1, 2010
I suppose the only reason this story makes sense is because I took a before and after picture.
No, that just makes the story better and helps me confirm the facts.
It all started after dinner. Spaghetti and chocolate pudding.
Thoughts did circulate through my head when I handed them the silverware. Little voices normally whispering began screaming warnings of mess and disorder. but like most of the voices in my head and the ones not in my head I ignored them.
What happened next is why I feel these photos can and will help me when entered in as evidence.
J took the older 3 to the gym and left me to clean up the mess. After all it was I who ignored the voices (one of which may have been hers)
I bathed both boys and put them in jammies and headed to the laundry room downstairs to quickly wash the clothing that was also destroyed during our dinnertime fiasco.
While in the laundry room, I heard Nathan scream. It was a hurt scream. The scream that tells me that his brother probably bonked him on the head with something or possibly grabbed half of his face while trying to take his binky away from him. I was seconds from being done and after finishing headed upstairs. Nathan was sitting at the top of the stairs. He points to where he's been hurt now. He pointed to his head and cried "ow" I headed up the stairs saying something comforting I'm sure...when around the corner appeared his brother Ryan brandishing a huge 12' serrated edge knife. I believe it was at this time that my heart dropped through my body and landed on the floor. I don't really remember how many stairs I missed getting to the top. I grabbed it out of his hands and threw it in the sink and then ran back to Nathan to find out where exactly his brother had hit him. Sure enough. Right on top of his old noggin was the slightly bloody line. I tried to pull it apart...it was just a superficial wound. It didn't even bleed very much. but wooo was that scary.
So on that day Dec 29th at approx 7:30 pm, Ryan tried to scalp Nathan.
Note : the knife was left out from cutting the bread for dinner and was set a little too close to the edge of the counter. Lucky for us this was a lesson with a good ending.
Wishing you all a HAPPY NEW YEAR !
No, that just makes the story better and helps me confirm the facts.
It all started after dinner. Spaghetti and chocolate pudding.
Thoughts did circulate through my head when I handed them the silverware. Little voices normally whispering began screaming warnings of mess and disorder. but like most of the voices in my head and the ones not in my head I ignored them.
I am almost certain that he didn't get any in his mouth.
What happened next is why I feel these photos can and will help me when entered in as evidence.
J took the older 3 to the gym and left me to clean up the mess. After all it was I who ignored the voices (one of which may have been hers)
I bathed both boys and put them in jammies and headed to the laundry room downstairs to quickly wash the clothing that was also destroyed during our dinnertime fiasco.
While in the laundry room, I heard Nathan scream. It was a hurt scream. The scream that tells me that his brother probably bonked him on the head with something or possibly grabbed half of his face while trying to take his binky away from him. I was seconds from being done and after finishing headed upstairs. Nathan was sitting at the top of the stairs. He points to where he's been hurt now. He pointed to his head and cried "ow" I headed up the stairs saying something comforting I'm sure...when around the corner appeared his brother Ryan brandishing a huge 12' serrated edge knife. I believe it was at this time that my heart dropped through my body and landed on the floor. I don't really remember how many stairs I missed getting to the top. I grabbed it out of his hands and threw it in the sink and then ran back to Nathan to find out where exactly his brother had hit him. Sure enough. Right on top of his old noggin was the slightly bloody line. I tried to pull it apart...it was just a superficial wound. It didn't even bleed very much. but wooo was that scary.
So on that day Dec 29th at approx 7:30 pm, Ryan tried to scalp Nathan.
Note : the knife was left out from cutting the bread for dinner and was set a little too close to the edge of the counter. Lucky for us this was a lesson with a good ending.
Wishing you all a HAPPY NEW YEAR !
ah poop ah comin
These are the only Christmas pictures to share. This is the BIGGEST not a Christmas present picture that I have.
TA-DA !! FINALLY, Spencer earned his boat. You know, the boat that sat on our book shelf for MONTHS and then ended up gathering dust and taking up WAY TOO much space in our closet. Yes THAT boat.
Spencer is OH-fishally a potty trained boy. meaning....he goes pee AND POOP on the toilet. 3 times he has gone poop. The second time he came screaming out of his room, "ah poop ah comin' mom. I feel ah poop comin'" music. MUSIC people...to my ears. He ran in to the bathroom, did his thing, washed his hands and was back to his boat without skipping a beat.
After Spencer went poop, as I entered the boys bedroom I smelled what could only be poop and Cameron quickly directed me to his lovely offering that he had discarded and thrown in to the garbage.
He's having a hard time going poop on the potty and going pee outside of our house. It will come. There is still the pirate ship to earn after all.
They both have done such a great job. So far, no accidents for Spencer.
Cameron will even wake up from naps dry and sometimes in the morning he'll be dry. Both boys are wearing diapers to bed.
It's gonna be a great year.
We might even have EVERYONE out of diapers this year. Can you even imagine it.
TA-DA !! FINALLY, Spencer earned his boat. You know, the boat that sat on our book shelf for MONTHS and then ended up gathering dust and taking up WAY TOO much space in our closet. Yes THAT boat.
Spencer is OH-fishally a potty trained boy. meaning....he goes pee AND POOP on the toilet. 3 times he has gone poop. The second time he came screaming out of his room, "ah poop ah comin' mom. I feel ah poop comin'" music. MUSIC people...to my ears. He ran in to the bathroom, did his thing, washed his hands and was back to his boat without skipping a beat.
After Spencer went poop, as I entered the boys bedroom I smelled what could only be poop and Cameron quickly directed me to his lovely offering that he had discarded and thrown in to the garbage.
He's having a hard time going poop on the potty and going pee outside of our house. It will come. There is still the pirate ship to earn after all.
They both have done such a great job. So far, no accidents for Spencer.
Cameron will even wake up from naps dry and sometimes in the morning he'll be dry. Both boys are wearing diapers to bed.
It's gonna be a great year.
We might even have EVERYONE out of diapers this year. Can you even imagine it.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Heartwarming story !
I know I've been writing a lot about Syd lately. She's just at this great age where her mind and mouth meet and explode with crazy and mostly sweet questions and stories.
Tonight it all started with her brain.
"How does your brain live ?" was the question I believe she asked.
It then went to :
- how does blood get into your brain ?
- what are eyeballs made of ? (I answered tissue...seriously..what are eyeballs made of ? The tissue answer made her giggle :)
- how does oxygen get in your blood ?
- is blood everywhere in your body ?
- how do the white and red blood cells work ?
- how do the white blood cells build walls to keep the bugs out ?
- can other things get into your cuts ? like maggots ? like the maggots in the fish at the lake ? eeeewww.
- what happens to our bodies when we die ?
- like the glass one that sleeping beauty is in ?
- we go in the ground ?
(these conversations are difficult because I have to keep them age appropriate)
Which lead us to spirits and heaven and Heavenly Father.
Syd : "Can we see heavenly father ?"
Me : "No, but we can talk to him whenever we want. Anytime you want to talk to him you just say a prayer. That's where prayers go...to Heavenly Father."
Syd : "But can I see him."
Me : "no, but you can feel him. when your heart feels warm and you feel happy and full of love...that's heavenly father."
Syd : "My heart feels that way right now. It's this big (arms extended out) bigger than the grinch's."
I am going to keep documenting these stories...one day she'll be able to read them and hopefully they'll make her smile as big as they make me.
Tonight it all started with her brain.
"How does your brain live ?" was the question I believe she asked.
It then went to :
- how does blood get into your brain ?
- what are eyeballs made of ? (I answered tissue...seriously..what are eyeballs made of ? The tissue answer made her giggle :)
- how does oxygen get in your blood ?
- is blood everywhere in your body ?
- how do the white and red blood cells work ?
- how do the white blood cells build walls to keep the bugs out ?
- can other things get into your cuts ? like maggots ? like the maggots in the fish at the lake ? eeeewww.
- what happens to our bodies when we die ?
- like the glass one that sleeping beauty is in ?
- we go in the ground ?
(these conversations are difficult because I have to keep them age appropriate)
Which lead us to spirits and heaven and Heavenly Father.
Syd : "Can we see heavenly father ?"
Me : "No, but we can talk to him whenever we want. Anytime you want to talk to him you just say a prayer. That's where prayers go...to Heavenly Father."
Syd : "But can I see him."
Me : "no, but you can feel him. when your heart feels warm and you feel happy and full of love...that's heavenly father."
Syd : "My heart feels that way right now. It's this big (arms extended out) bigger than the grinch's."
I am going to keep documenting these stories...one day she'll be able to read them and hopefully they'll make her smile as big as they make me.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
The greatest thing since Polar Express. Well that might be pushing it. But it's GREAT nonetheless.
Visit THIS website.
It is absolutely magical the way they've set it up. Santa says their name (unless it's a unique name) and shows their picture in his naughty or nice book.
It really is great. Take the time. Send your kids a message.
Visit THIS website.
It is absolutely magical the way they've set it up. Santa says their name (unless it's a unique name) and shows their picture in his naughty or nice book.
It really is great. Take the time. Send your kids a message.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Christmas Spirit
We had a tree donated to us by our Grandma and Papa. We drove home and immediately moved furniture and placed it in it's spot. As soon as the sheet was removed and (almost all of) the lights turned on....Syd said, "everyone, fold your arms."
Funny how nobody even questioned what she was doing. We all gave heed and folded our arms and bowed our heads as Sydney continued most reverently. "Dear Heavenly Father. Thank you for this tree. Please help us to have the Christmas Spirit. Bless our family. Please bless that Heavenly Father and Santa will have the Christmas Spirit. In the name of Jesus Christ Amen."
Tonight J took the older three with her to the gym. While they were out of my hair....errr...I mean, out of the house. I decorated the tree with our shatterless (aka plastic) tree decorations. When the kids got home they walked around the house in astonishment and bewilderment taking in all of the new decor. No sooner had they gathered around the Christmas tree did Sydney break into song.
I don't remember the words but it was her song and the melody was a sweet and soft one. I heard the words..."Christmas time is coming near" and "here is our tree that is decorated" and so on.
Now I ask you ? Where does this little person come from ? Heaven! that's where.
I was snuggling with her at bedtime after books. Syd was talking about something and everything when suddenly she stopped....threw her leg up in the air, pulled her pajama pant leg up and began scratching just below her knee cap. She was making her way down towards her ankle and said, "ooooh yaaaa, I'm gettin' there"
It's so hard not to laugh out loud.
She then rested her hand on my shoulder and began giving me a little shoulder massage. I said, "thanks Syd...that feels nice" she immediately stopped and said..."here, do it to my back so that I know what it feels like"
I rubbed her shoulders and asked her how it felt, she replied, "oh yeah baby, that's the ticket" I did laugh out loud at that one.
She's the most amazing kid. I'm so lucky to have these memories to take down.
Love you Syd.
Funny how nobody even questioned what she was doing. We all gave heed and folded our arms and bowed our heads as Sydney continued most reverently. "Dear Heavenly Father. Thank you for this tree. Please help us to have the Christmas Spirit. Bless our family. Please bless that Heavenly Father and Santa will have the Christmas Spirit. In the name of Jesus Christ Amen."
Tonight J took the older three with her to the gym. While they were out of my hair....errr...I mean, out of the house. I decorated the tree with our shatterless (aka plastic) tree decorations. When the kids got home they walked around the house in astonishment and bewilderment taking in all of the new decor. No sooner had they gathered around the Christmas tree did Sydney break into song.
I don't remember the words but it was her song and the melody was a sweet and soft one. I heard the words..."Christmas time is coming near" and "here is our tree that is decorated" and so on.
Now I ask you ? Where does this little person come from ? Heaven! that's where.
I was snuggling with her at bedtime after books. Syd was talking about something and everything when suddenly she stopped....threw her leg up in the air, pulled her pajama pant leg up and began scratching just below her knee cap. She was making her way down towards her ankle and said, "ooooh yaaaa, I'm gettin' there"
It's so hard not to laugh out loud.
She then rested her hand on my shoulder and began giving me a little shoulder massage. I said, "thanks Syd...that feels nice" she immediately stopped and said..."here, do it to my back so that I know what it feels like"
I rubbed her shoulders and asked her how it felt, she replied, "oh yeah baby, that's the ticket" I did laugh out loud at that one.
She's the most amazing kid. I'm so lucky to have these memories to take down.
Love you Syd.
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