pearl scram

Something funny, yet terrifying happened.

Lat night, Josh watched the kids while I worked. He left Levi alone watching a movie for a bit after putting Enoch to bed. Shortly thereafter, as Josh was playing guitar in the office, he heard Pearl Jam blasting through the home stereo. Levi comes running in full tilt screaming his head off. Levi had managed to push the piano bench over to the TV, climb up to reach the DVD player, eject Robin Hood, insert Pearl Jam, and press play. The loudness of what he heard, and probably the fact that it was not whatever movie he was hoping for, shocked Levi so much that he cried for almost 15 minutes.

What I do not understand is how Levi can figure this out, but my mother who has a college degree and various work experience still can't seem to work the DVD player at her house. Kids these days really are technologically advanced.

just braggin'

Usually I write about the kidlets when they are driving me crazy, but I feel like they are overdue for some praise. First of all, though Levi continues to not pee in the potty, he did go pee in the potty twice, in one day!!! That was very exciting. Next, Enoch now has 14 teeth with two more on the way. I can't believe how quickly he is getting those teeth. Finally, I feel like Levi is due for some major high fives for his lack of hitting and beating on his brother. They of course still have their moments, but time is now allowed to at least slip in between these moments, rather than being a constant battle all day long.

nothin' better

Than BUTTER.

I love butter. Sometimes l wake up in the morning and feel like eating butter, so I'll make pancakes. My family thinks it is because I love them and want to give them a good, warm, hearty breakfast in the morning. No; it is because I want to eat syrup and butter, and feel butter's creamy smooth texture melt on my tongue. The same goes for oatmeal, only this time butter's sidekick is brown sugar.

I made some very delicious zucchini bread the other day. Well, I think it is really zucchini cake, but since I ate it with butter like you would a dinner roll, we'll call it bread. MMMMmmmm. So good. I ate the whole thing in a matter of minutes. And I didn't care, and still don't care that my children and husband went without. Butter goes so well on popcorn, and french bread, and with garlic, and steamed veggies, it makes good pasta sauces, icing, cookies... excuse me, I've got to go visit my refridgerator.

here it is...

Here is our new bedroom. I have to confess it is not my dream room, but for 60 bucks it sure looks a lot better than it did before. All we need now is a bigger picture for over top of the bed. I tried a thing I saw on HGTV, and the fake headboard somehow shrunk the temple picture.

snot stickers

My kids came up with an incredible (yet totally disgusting) invention today; a new game I like to call Snot Stickers.

We were having what you would call an awful morning. Enoch has been sick all week, with a runny nose and mild fever, and was not happy at all when he woke up. To make matters worse, Levi was not in the mood for potty training, which only elevated the stress and unhappiness in the air. I have to admit I also played the part of grumpy mummy this morning due to a very sore throat and chest.

As I made myself some hot chocolate to soothe the throat, I handed Levi a container full of Cheerios. Within minutes they were all over the floor. At this point both kids were still grumpy, but then Levi came up with the idea to try to eat the Cheerios off the floor sans hands. And one stuck to his mouth! So Enoch followed suit, only with much more success. His runny nose had run all over his face by this time, making himself a walking, talking, and thankfully, laughing, Cheerios magnet. It was like bobbing for apples, only they came up with breakfast cereal stuck to their faces every time. I tried to get a video of their diving and laughing, but it just doesn't do the game justice. I am grateful such an simple thing could turn our day around.

say goodbye

To our ugly sunshine yellow bedroom.

Not that I have anything against yellow, or the sunshine. I just do not like waking up to sunlight at 4am. It doesn't help one catch up on lost sleep. We painted our bedroom on the weekend, and now it is much nicer. I do not yet have a picture, cause I want to get new lamps for the side tables before I get a picture of the end result. (Plus, the bed wasn't made on my way to the office, so I didn't bother). Josh and I were at Wal-mart last night for way too long trying to decide. Anything I liked, he didn't. Vice versa with anything he liked. And if we both happened to like the lamp, then it was bucks deluxe or out of stock..... arrrg. You will just have to wait on the edge of your seats for an after shot in the mean time.

yesterday...

Lately I have had nothing to write about. Nothing. And I still cant even think of anything. So, I am going to go way back and share memories from when I was little.

We have been swimming a lot lately and I am excited that Josh is coming with us today. First, because that means I will only have to change one child afterwards, and second, because dads are way more fun. I remember being so excited as a kid when my dad would throw on his trunks and join us in the pool or the lake or whatever. He gave the best surfboard rides and seemed like he could hold his breath forever.

I have been thinking about Honey, the ol' family pet lately, too. She passed on about a year and a half ago. Whenever I see the ridiculous pet Christamas stockings you can buy for pets at the store, I remember Honey and her little nose shoved into her stocking pulling out every last sniff of cheese. She could hear the cheese door of the fridge open form anywhere in the house (in her earlier days, anyways), and come running for a treat.

Other memories? As the season of giving aproaches, I recall that my mom still owes me a red velvet dress with a rather large white collar that she said she would make for me. It is probably close to 20 years overdue. I remember my mom dancing with lettuce in her mouth when we were camping. This is real vague.... not sure why she was doing this. I remember my dad's favorite phrase from the sidelines he would yell out when I missed a shot; "More arch!" I hated hearing that, but it always worked. I remember the day mom came home with a pet monkey for the family to babysit for three days from the zoo, and all the fuss that entailed. OK. That I just made up.

three

Yesterday was Levi's third birthday. We had lots of fun as a family; went to the zoo, made and ate pigs in blankets, opened presents, and ate cake. It is so odd to have such an old child. And fun. Here are three reasons why I love Levi.

1) I love him for his ability to make us all laugh. He is always ready to smile and have fun. Watch out: his laugh is contagious.
2) I love him because although he is a bit of an older brother brute, he still loves to give Enoch a hug and a kiss before bed every night.
3) I love Levi cause he is so dang cute in his little glasses.

Of course, I could go on, but lucky for you he is only three and I will stop here. Just wait until my hubby's next birthday!! That list is sure to go on forever.

six tags

Here are six things you never knew (and wish you still didn't know) about me:

!) I used to want to be a boy. Not in the sex-change type of way. I just really wanted to be like boys.

@) I wake up every night to pee. Pregnant or not pregnant; my bladder just can't handle it.

#) My favorite color when I was younger was pink. SHHH!!! Don't tell anyone.
Now, of course, it is blue.

$) I have a definite opinion about how the toilet paper gets put on the roll. When it is wrong, it drives me crazy.

%) I check my blog WAY TOO OFTEN to see if there are any comments. Loser? Believe me, I already know.

^) I guess number 3 was really two pieces of info.

ec photography

These were just a few of my favorites....

there was an old lady...

Who lived in a house

She found the best recipe
And filled her whole mouth

She baked and baked and baked some more
And she ate and ate and ate galore
Her jeans sit tighter than ever before

bad hair day...

Levi: Mommy, what happened to your hair?

Mommy: Why? Does it look nice or not nice?

Levi: Not nice. It looks broken.

family fotos

After almost five and a half years of marriage we have finally taken the time and effort to get some family pictures taken. Thanks to a good friend and aspiring photographer, we had a great time on Monday out and about the university and train bridge. I do not have any of the pictures myself, but check these photos out.