Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Willard's actions, phrases and funky words

Willard is 3 1/2 and he talks up a storm. He is still a big Thomas the Train fan, so many of his words and actions come from there. His current favorite phrases include:

"Bust my Buffers!"

"That's not fair, I got soot all over my face." (*doesn't sound like soot most of the time.)

He also has to "shunt" everything, including grocery carts, brother, cars, toys, boxes, etc.

He also likes to "couple up" to everything. He will grab on to the back of my shirt, Maynard's shirt, Daddy's, and couple up, and then he makes train noises.

When he is doing something and doesnt want help..."I wanna do it all-my-by-self." He hasn't quite gotten the myself separate from by yet, so he switches them!

Funny Vocab. So, being 3, he doesn't quite say his L's good. He tries, but we are not too worried about it.

Alligator--instead of the "ll", put a "W"..and use it in place of elevator. "I wanna go in the awigator!"

Pony nail...sounds just about right, but he uses it in place of hang nail.

"I got a pony nail!" ("Do you need help with it?") No, I do it all-my-by-self!"

Yogurt. He grabs the exercise mat and says, "Mommy, I wanna do yogurt!" -instead of Yoga.

Axawent- "It was an axawent, mommy" (Accident)

This one came about around Christmas:

Negg Dog. "I want to help you make Negg Dog!" (Egg Nog)

I will add more later! When I think of them!

Saturday, January 20, 2007

WHY!?!--Things that bug me...(Part 1)

Why does the actor in an infomercial dial the wrong toll free number? You would think with the money they are paying to make these commercials, they would get the Number Right!

Why do I keep getting emails wanting me to forward an email to all of my friends so that they can "sign" the bottom, and when it reaches 2000, we need to forward it to so-and-so. Doesn't anyone realize that if they send it to 10 people, it will take hundreds of times longer to reach 2000 people? Think about it. Not everyone will be signing the same email...

Why doesn't the weatherman give us a shorter forecast? Show all the maps at one time! Layer them for crying out loud. I dont need to sit and see the temps on one, the chance of precipitation on another, the Low pressures and High Pressures, and the winds? Put them all on one! Save some time already! Half the time, they are wrong anyway. Today it was supposed to be 41 degrees. So, while making lunch, I shipped the kids outside. Come to find out... it was 48....hmmmm, would have liked to have known that so I could have been able to bring them to the park or something for lunch...Although, they did have fun playing in the yard...I mean dirt...(its dry here!)

OK, I am done, for now.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

How to Give a Heart Attack

My kids like bubble wrap. The big ones. They can sit and pop them and be perfectly content. Willard likes to pop, Maynard likes to try, but he usually bites them, and thinks that he pops them when in reality, it was Willard. However, they don't remember to put them back when they are done popping. I normally keep them in a wrapping paper container in the addition of our bedroom. This particular day, they were scattered in the addition.

Now, we have a poorly insulated addition. It is really difficult to keep it warm, and we must have the closet doors closed at all times. I got home from work the other night, and I noticed that one of the doors was open a bit, so I was trying to be quiet while I tiptoed my way back to the closet.

Randy was in a dead sleep, maybe even snoring a bit, and the only light that I had was the weather channel on the ol' tele. I was tip-toe-ing my way to the closet when my big fat foot landed squarely on an untouched piece of the bubble wrap. Sounding a bit like the actual gunfire of Normandy, my honey bolted awake, grabbed his chest, and said, "I just about had a heart attack." So, after I regained a little composure and stopped laughing, not because it was all that funny, but because I scared the dickens out of myself as well, I closed the closet door and headed for bed.

His heart has had quite a few jump starts. Last week on another night, I came home from work and he was crashed on the couch, remote on his lap, t.v. on. I try to be really quiet and take the remote off his lap to turn the tv off. He jumped up and had a fit and got his heart all racing again.

It keeps him young...

Saturday, January 13, 2007


I LOVE being a mom. Especially on days like this:

I sat my boys down in the kitchen to eat breakfast. I get cereal, bananas, etc. all ready for them. They are both eating great. I run to my room to get dressed for the day, and Willard decided to scream bloody murder. No words, just a scream. Now, he normally doesnt do this, so I have to break into sprint mode, with my pants unbuttoned, a gate and a queen size bed in my way. I yell, as I am running, what is it honey? I get to the kitchen and he is standing on his chair and he yells I HAVE TO GO POO POO! I about fell over. Here I am thinking he cut himself or something crazy!

99% of the time, this kid comes up to me or my hubby and says, "I have to go poo poo" and goes into the bathroom and yells when he is done. He has been doing this since around his first birthday, so to hear him scream like that was so scary, yet hilarious because it was though he had to announce it to everyone on the block!

So, another cute thing that he does, since I am on the subject of my oldest going poo poo...a year or so ago, he OD'd on cheese and got a little constipated. So I tried explaining that he cant have too much cheese to eat, or he will have a hard time going. So, this particular time, along with many others, he will say that he is done, and then try to go a little more and then he will say, I have cheese in my bu tt. Too funny.

Ok, my stomach hurts from laughing about this.

Thursday, January 4, 2007

We have a front load washer.

My first Blog...how fun!

This afternoon, while feeding Willard and Maynard, I was thinking about all the "things" I needed to do today. Laundry is one of them. My sons love to help, and they had helped put a load in before lunch.

Willard is singing twinkle twinkle little star (with a mouth full of PB&J), and I am concentrating on life and Maynard is throwing his apple slices on the floor. I look over to the washer and I see my water bottle tumbling away. It was a small serving of my daily reality checks that I am so thankful for.

No matter how perfect I want my days to be, or how I want to be, or how I want my family to be, there is always something to remind us of how imperfect we are.

Now, I tend to be an idealist, for my own sanity, but the longer I live this life, the easier it is to accept the reality of my life. As I sat there watching my bottle tumble away, I look at the boys, how healthy they have been, how, even with the morning we've had, we still could sing songs and laugh and play. How thankful I am for my loving husband, who sacrifices so much of himself for not only his family and friends, but people he meets on a daily basis.

So, even though all the "things" are really insignificant, in light of this afternoon's dose of reality, I still have to get more "things" done, including tackling Mt. Washmore!

I hope that when you read this, you take the time to think about what you are thankful for, and even in all that is going on in life, it really could be worse!