Bella said prayers tonight. She was asking for blessings..."bless we have a good sleep, bless we have a safe day." Little kiddo stuff.
Then she said, "Bless we get husbands. Amen."
We sat there for a couple seconds and then busted out laughing. I swear she will be our first one married. Look out boys...Bella is on her way! Word of caution...She wants 200 kids. :-)
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
The other day my brother-in-law posted about their new puppy. She is cute as can be, but is not potty trained.
Side note: As soon as I showed Bella the pictures she squealed and grabbed her toy cell phone and said, "I need to text Doug that she is sooooooooo adorable and that I will babysit her." :-)
Back to the story. My brother-in-law had mentioned that his cute little bundle had left a rather large gift on the floor and he knew this because he had stepped in it. He talked about how such a darn cute puppy could get away with this...but children on the other hand??? Well, Doug, your blog inspired me to share our experience.
Josie is attempting potty training. She's actually quite good at telling me right after she goes in her diaper. She is also good at sitting on the potty and holding it until 10 seconds after I put her diaper back on.
The other day we did the potty drill...sit on potty, read a book, sing a song, whatever it takes to get her to stay there long enough to actually do something. She hasn't yet. Done anything on the potty. I even tried your trick Eliz...of pouring a little warm water on her to encourage the feeling of pee pee. Alas, she only learned to take any cup of water she can find and pouring it down her front. Or dumping it in the potty, cup and all. Heavy sigh. I digress.
The other day we did the potty drill. She had not done anything, I feared her legs were falling asleep so I took her off and went to get a diaper. I was on my way back to the bathroom when I heard her in the hallway yelling, "POTTY!" I turned the corner and low and behold she was standing in the hallway with (forgive me...I can't find a better way to say this) with a poo clenched between her cheeks. She looked like a rabbit with a brown tail. Honest to goodness.
I bolted down the hall whipping the diaper open to try to catch her not so small gift before it fell. Imagine slow motion softball tournament. I actually put the diaper under her bottom and picked her up at the same time as running down the hall. So her poo could drop into the toilet instead of the floor.
I got her there!!! I set her on the potty and tried to maneuver the diaper so the "item" would plop in there. I heard nothing. (WHAT?????) As my mind tried to assimilate this I heard Bella scream in the hallway, "She pooped on the floor!!" Gasp. I walked defeatedly (think of losing team of softball players) out the bathroom door and there it was in all it's glory. A poo on the carpet. Sheesh.
To quote Doug "but she's so dang cute!" :-)
Side note: As soon as I showed Bella the pictures she squealed and grabbed her toy cell phone and said, "I need to text Doug that she is sooooooooo adorable and that I will babysit her." :-)
Back to the story. My brother-in-law had mentioned that his cute little bundle had left a rather large gift on the floor and he knew this because he had stepped in it. He talked about how such a darn cute puppy could get away with this...but children on the other hand??? Well, Doug, your blog inspired me to share our experience.
Josie is attempting potty training. She's actually quite good at telling me right after she goes in her diaper. She is also good at sitting on the potty and holding it until 10 seconds after I put her diaper back on.
The other day we did the potty drill...sit on potty, read a book, sing a song, whatever it takes to get her to stay there long enough to actually do something. She hasn't yet. Done anything on the potty. I even tried your trick Eliz...of pouring a little warm water on her to encourage the feeling of pee pee. Alas, she only learned to take any cup of water she can find and pouring it down her front. Or dumping it in the potty, cup and all. Heavy sigh. I digress.
The other day we did the potty drill. She had not done anything, I feared her legs were falling asleep so I took her off and went to get a diaper. I was on my way back to the bathroom when I heard her in the hallway yelling, "POTTY!" I turned the corner and low and behold she was standing in the hallway with (forgive me...I can't find a better way to say this) with a poo clenched between her cheeks. She looked like a rabbit with a brown tail. Honest to goodness.
I bolted down the hall whipping the diaper open to try to catch her not so small gift before it fell. Imagine slow motion softball tournament. I actually put the diaper under her bottom and picked her up at the same time as running down the hall. So her poo could drop into the toilet instead of the floor.
I got her there!!! I set her on the potty and tried to maneuver the diaper so the "item" would plop in there. I heard nothing. (WHAT?????) As my mind tried to assimilate this I heard Bella scream in the hallway, "She pooped on the floor!!" Gasp. I walked defeatedly (think of losing team of softball players) out the bathroom door and there it was in all it's glory. A poo on the carpet. Sheesh.
To quote Doug "but she's so dang cute!" :-)
Delightful
I don't know about your household...but getting my kids to help me do housework is a struggle to say the least. Except children under the age of 5, they always want to "help"! :-)
It's almost a daily thing around dinner time for me to yell down the stairs or ask someone who's close by to set the table for me. As much as my kids don't believe it, I do set the table myself occasionally.
Yesterday was one of those days. I WAS going to set the table myself. I was making dinner and had already tossed aside the idea of yelling down the stairs. Isabella was in the living room, I was in the kitchen, and unsuspecting Chelsea was on her way up the stairs...hurrying to the restroom.
As Chelsea topped the stairs, Isabella jumped up and said, "Mom would be delighted if you set the table!!!!!" I did a double take, replayed what Bella said, and waited to see how this played out. Chelsea continued her rush to the bathroom with a confused look on her face. Bella stood by the stairs...possibly waiting to apprehend Chelsea on her way back down? I don't know but it makes a good story.
A couple minutes later Chelsea came out of the bathroom and said, "Did you want me to set the table?" I had to just chuckled to myself and said, "I'd be delighted!"
It's almost a daily thing around dinner time for me to yell down the stairs or ask someone who's close by to set the table for me. As much as my kids don't believe it, I do set the table myself occasionally.
Yesterday was one of those days. I WAS going to set the table myself. I was making dinner and had already tossed aside the idea of yelling down the stairs. Isabella was in the living room, I was in the kitchen, and unsuspecting Chelsea was on her way up the stairs...hurrying to the restroom.
As Chelsea topped the stairs, Isabella jumped up and said, "Mom would be delighted if you set the table!!!!!" I did a double take, replayed what Bella said, and waited to see how this played out. Chelsea continued her rush to the bathroom with a confused look on her face. Bella stood by the stairs...possibly waiting to apprehend Chelsea on her way back down? I don't know but it makes a good story.
A couple minutes later Chelsea came out of the bathroom and said, "Did you want me to set the table?" I had to just chuckled to myself and said, "I'd be delighted!"
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Our older children...
Do we have older children living here? Sometimes I forget.
I realized that I frequently post about the littlest kidlets...but teenager + don't get much type time. It's because they are never here! I've looked. If I'm not out picking up or dropping off it's because one has taken the car and vamoosed.
IF they are home they stay downstairs and read...that would be the life. Lay around in bed and read and watch movies all day. Ok...I am exaggerating. They are quite busy with work, school stuff, color guard, plays, parades, and friends. Chelsea spends an enormous amount of time on the computer researching. She is our budding writer. She works a lot at Jamba Juice. Jasmine has read upwards of 30 books this summer. When she's not volunteering as a princess (at a non-profit organization) or volunteering at the opera institute class thingy. Kenzi is our color guard, band, parade girl. Not old enough to drive (close) but she does hitch rides with Chelsea and Jasmine to friends houses.
When they are home they do watch the little one's for me. That's so nice. It's great not to have to take kids to dr's appointments and such. It has worked out this summer that one of them is usually here to do that for me. What am I going to do when school starts? Chelsea and Jasmine pretty much gone for the school year and Kenzi busy, busy, busy with band. (Which...who knew band was sooooo much work?) I don't know if we (me, Isabella, and Josie) are ready for college/school to start.
I will have to pay closer attention while the "older" girls are home so I can write down things that happen with them.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
No offense...naked!!
Ok. I discovered a week or so ago that some people get offended at the word "naked". If I was streaking through a wedding reception or through the neighborhood I could completely understand the objection to the word...(and actions mentioned above).
Josie (2 years) was going to "pose" for a picture. Eliz's (my friend/sister-in-law) friend (a photographer) was looking for a chunky...chuba chuba baby to take a picture of for a contest. Naked...except in a cloth diaper. Josie has some rolls to spare so Eliz thought of her. It was a last minute thing and we ended up not being able to get it arranged. Bummer...I would have loved to see that picture. Anyway...I had mentioned this "naked" picture in public. (I did clarify that it wasn't really naked...there would be a diaper in place).
But the mention of the word "naked" caused some cringes. It was not a huge objection...just a few suggestions of different words: unclothed, no clothes, bare skinned. I felt a teeny bit uncouth. That got me thinking about that ever so bare-skinned word.
I must give credit to everyone who cringes. When I think of the word with adults in mind I cringe a little too. Kind of strange how that one word can have different meanings for different age groups.
I like the word. I think it has a great flow to it. Naked, naked,naked!!! However, when I say the word it conjures up thoughts of babies...Anne Geddes...smooth skin, tiny toes, tiny fingers, tiny bottoms. Words like "unclothed" just don't bring those baby images to my mind.
For me it's a fun word...like saying "bubbelisious" or "serendipity". Those words are fun to say. I think of children playing in the sprinkler or happily running through fields of tall grass. How about "itchy Bob"? Has anyone else seen the kid show Martha Speaks? There was an episode about "What's Wrong With Bob?" Bob is a dog...he wasn't itchy...but they sure had fun saying it.
I suppose I don't walk around saying "naked" just for fun. (Bella and I have been known to randomly say "itchy Bob"). But if I have to describe a baby picture without clothes...I think I'm still gonna say "naked baby picture". :-)
Josie (2 years) was going to "pose" for a picture. Eliz's (my friend/sister-in-law) friend (a photographer) was looking for a chunky...chuba chuba baby to take a picture of for a contest. Naked...except in a cloth diaper. Josie has some rolls to spare so Eliz thought of her. It was a last minute thing and we ended up not being able to get it arranged. Bummer...I would have loved to see that picture. Anyway...I had mentioned this "naked" picture in public. (I did clarify that it wasn't really naked...there would be a diaper in place).
But the mention of the word "naked" caused some cringes. It was not a huge objection...just a few suggestions of different words: unclothed, no clothes, bare skinned. I felt a teeny bit uncouth. That got me thinking about that ever so bare-skinned word.
I must give credit to everyone who cringes. When I think of the word with adults in mind I cringe a little too. Kind of strange how that one word can have different meanings for different age groups.
I like the word. I think it has a great flow to it. Naked, naked,naked!!! However, when I say the word it conjures up thoughts of babies...Anne Geddes...smooth skin, tiny toes, tiny fingers, tiny bottoms. Words like "unclothed" just don't bring those baby images to my mind.
For me it's a fun word...like saying "bubbelisious" or "serendipity". Those words are fun to say. I think of children playing in the sprinkler or happily running through fields of tall grass. How about "itchy Bob"? Has anyone else seen the kid show Martha Speaks? There was an episode about "What's Wrong With Bob?" Bob is a dog...he wasn't itchy...but they sure had fun saying it.
I suppose I don't walk around saying "naked" just for fun. (Bella and I have been known to randomly say "itchy Bob"). But if I have to describe a baby picture without clothes...I think I'm still gonna say "naked baby picture". :-)
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
We are blessed...
Our garage is a mess. No shelves to put anything on. So...this last weekend Steve "went to town" building shelves for the garage. My fella can sure build shelves! They look fantastic!! And sturdy...we could jump on these shelves and they wouldn't come down.
On the third day (ominous voice) disaster struck. Or could have. Steve did a ladder switcharoo and had the ladder that leans against the wall instead of the six foot step ladder. He couldn't get enough traction with the step ladder to screw the 3-4 inch screws all the way into studs.
Josie was down for a nap and Bella and I went outside to see if we could help. She was sitting in a chair watching dad work and I was standing next to him when all of a sudden the ladder (that he was on) came crashing down. With him on it...all the way down. I squealed. He didn't say a word. It was scary because he did not say any choice words at any time. :-) You know it's bad when there are no choice words.
He was laying on the ladder and I say, "Are you ok?" Silly to ask...it's the first response of someone who has witnessed something that could be 911 worthy and basically means, "Can you answer me? Are you breathing? Did you puncture a lung? You are not alone...I am here and will take you to the ER or call 911"? I repeated this question and the response I heard was a moan.
The ladder actually got caught on the 6 inch cement ledge. Steve slid off the ladder and eventually said, "I'm not sure. I'm checking." (To answer my repeated "are you ok" question). My concern was a punctured lung if he had landed on the drill he was holding when he went down. Or broken ribs from landing on the ladder. He was trying to figure out why he didn't hurt as badly as he thought he would.
Turns out after an internal check the worst pain he felt was his ring finger. He pulled off his glove and his wedding band was smashed into an oval. His finger was swollen. After a few minutes of trying to decide whether or not to go to the ER to get the ring cut off or if his finger was not swelling that much we found the pliers and he squished his ring back to somewhat of a circle and he worked it off. What a blessing!!!!! His ring saved his finger from certain death of being crushed between the ladder and the cement ledge. WOW!!! He is scraped up a little on his leg, his ribs are sore, and his ring finger is cut up a little from his ring but no major injuries.
God is good!!!!!
And within the hour he was out again finishing the shelves!!!
On the third day (ominous voice) disaster struck. Or could have. Steve did a ladder switcharoo and had the ladder that leans against the wall instead of the six foot step ladder. He couldn't get enough traction with the step ladder to screw the 3-4 inch screws all the way into studs.
Josie was down for a nap and Bella and I went outside to see if we could help. She was sitting in a chair watching dad work and I was standing next to him when all of a sudden the ladder (that he was on) came crashing down. With him on it...all the way down. I squealed. He didn't say a word. It was scary because he did not say any choice words at any time. :-) You know it's bad when there are no choice words.
He was laying on the ladder and I say, "Are you ok?" Silly to ask...it's the first response of someone who has witnessed something that could be 911 worthy and basically means, "Can you answer me? Are you breathing? Did you puncture a lung? You are not alone...I am here and will take you to the ER or call 911"? I repeated this question and the response I heard was a moan.
The ladder actually got caught on the 6 inch cement ledge. Steve slid off the ladder and eventually said, "I'm not sure. I'm checking." (To answer my repeated "are you ok" question). My concern was a punctured lung if he had landed on the drill he was holding when he went down. Or broken ribs from landing on the ladder. He was trying to figure out why he didn't hurt as badly as he thought he would.
Turns out after an internal check the worst pain he felt was his ring finger. He pulled off his glove and his wedding band was smashed into an oval. His finger was swollen. After a few minutes of trying to decide whether or not to go to the ER to get the ring cut off or if his finger was not swelling that much we found the pliers and he squished his ring back to somewhat of a circle and he worked it off. What a blessing!!!!! His ring saved his finger from certain death of being crushed between the ladder and the cement ledge. WOW!!! He is scraped up a little on his leg, his ribs are sore, and his ring finger is cut up a little from his ring but no major injuries.
God is good!!!!!
And within the hour he was out again finishing the shelves!!!
Daddy's princess bed...
So...the unpacking still goes on...and on...and on. I have gotten to the point of actually putting things on the walls. Makes it look more homey.
Of course, our bedroom is the last room to get unpacked. First room done is kids room...we always want them to feel comfortable and familiar in their surroundings. :-) Kids room, kitchen, living room, play room...our bedroom if done at all is done last.
Usually I walk into our bedroom of boxes and a sheet on the window just to get discouraged and leave again. (Anything without a home gets tossed into our bedroom). Ga!!!!! :-/ And all pictures we have in frames get set against the wall so I can figure out where I want them. My brain has to "marinate" the placement. Yesterday, however, I walked in and decided I could tackle some of the mess. Down goes the sheet so the light can stream in! Whoo hoo!
I have a favorite theme...ocean! Shells, marine life...all things ocean. The ocean fills my soul (corny but true) and I'm landlocked so it is, has been, and always will be natural for me to gravitate towards ocean objects. Anyway...I was placing these things around the room to figure out where to actually hang them when I came across a large bag with a canopy net in it. Usually, this type of thing would be reserved for kids rooms...we even have one in the play room with a couple chairs and a bookshelf. But the hoop on this one is made of bamboo and it screamed "ocean" to me.
So...my dilemma started. I, being the compassionate wife that I am (stay with me on this one), was trying to keep Steve in mind as I decorated our room. Wouldn't want him to end up in a "too girly" of a room. Lets face it, with 5 daughters and a wife the poor man can't get away from all things hormonal and girl. I do think about that. I would even lean towards his decorating scheme if it wasn't Minnesota Vikings football...purple and yellow. If you know Steve you know exactly what I am talking about. :-) I have tried...I just can't make myself do it.
After much deliberation, moving of bed with broken frame, finding Steve's drill, bringing in ladder and risking life and limb (thank you Chelsea for the help and holding the ladder) I got the net up. I was feeling pretty smug and accomplished...thinking this had the feel somewhat of an island cabana. (A decorator I am not). Isabella had been watching the whole time and as soon as the bed got put back into place with the net around the top she said, "Daddy has a princess bed!" Gasp, horror!!!!!!!! THAT is not what I was going for! Ok...if I didn't accomplish the beach feel lets rethink this.
No, no Bella...it is not daddy's princess bed. This is the bed of a KING!!! There...everyone happy. A king at the beach! :-)
Side note: Steve likes the decorating just fine. If he has an opinion one way or the other he usually lets it be known.
Side note two: I am not sure I like it. We have vaulted ceilings so it seems like it's up too high. I have a plan to remedy this...it involves a shell necklace, moving the broken bed, the ladder, and risking life and limb again.
Side note three: Bella still thinks it's a cool princess bed. :-) Sheesh.
Of course, our bedroom is the last room to get unpacked. First room done is kids room...we always want them to feel comfortable and familiar in their surroundings. :-) Kids room, kitchen, living room, play room...our bedroom if done at all is done last.
Usually I walk into our bedroom of boxes and a sheet on the window just to get discouraged and leave again. (Anything without a home gets tossed into our bedroom). Ga!!!!! :-/ And all pictures we have in frames get set against the wall so I can figure out where I want them. My brain has to "marinate" the placement. Yesterday, however, I walked in and decided I could tackle some of the mess. Down goes the sheet so the light can stream in! Whoo hoo!
I have a favorite theme...ocean! Shells, marine life...all things ocean. The ocean fills my soul (corny but true) and I'm landlocked so it is, has been, and always will be natural for me to gravitate towards ocean objects. Anyway...I was placing these things around the room to figure out where to actually hang them when I came across a large bag with a canopy net in it. Usually, this type of thing would be reserved for kids rooms...we even have one in the play room with a couple chairs and a bookshelf. But the hoop on this one is made of bamboo and it screamed "ocean" to me.
So...my dilemma started. I, being the compassionate wife that I am (stay with me on this one), was trying to keep Steve in mind as I decorated our room. Wouldn't want him to end up in a "too girly" of a room. Lets face it, with 5 daughters and a wife the poor man can't get away from all things hormonal and girl. I do think about that. I would even lean towards his decorating scheme if it wasn't Minnesota Vikings football...purple and yellow. If you know Steve you know exactly what I am talking about. :-) I have tried...I just can't make myself do it.
After much deliberation, moving of bed with broken frame, finding Steve's drill, bringing in ladder and risking life and limb (thank you Chelsea for the help and holding the ladder) I got the net up. I was feeling pretty smug and accomplished...thinking this had the feel somewhat of an island cabana. (A decorator I am not). Isabella had been watching the whole time and as soon as the bed got put back into place with the net around the top she said, "Daddy has a princess bed!" Gasp, horror!!!!!!!! THAT is not what I was going for! Ok...if I didn't accomplish the beach feel lets rethink this.
No, no Bella...it is not daddy's princess bed. This is the bed of a KING!!! There...everyone happy. A king at the beach! :-)
Side note: Steve likes the decorating just fine. If he has an opinion one way or the other he usually lets it be known.
Side note two: I am not sure I like it. We have vaulted ceilings so it seems like it's up too high. I have a plan to remedy this...it involves a shell necklace, moving the broken bed, the ladder, and risking life and limb again.
Side note three: Bella still thinks it's a cool princess bed. :-) Sheesh.
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