Wednesday, April 27, 2011

So my baby girl is 2 years and 5 months old. She talks, behaves, and thinks she is more like 5 years and 5 months old. I think it's just part of being the littlest...she just thinks she fits right in with the rest of them.

In order for her to go right along with the rest of them, she had to have a favorite color. Now, when you're 2, I'm not sure that one even knows what a favorite color is. I'm pretty sure that Keira hadn't a clue. That is until she was TOLD what her favorite color was. By Ava.

"Keira, your favorite color is purple!"

"You need to use the purple marker!"

(which explains the image below)

"Keira, you want the purple bowl don't you? Yeah, you have to use the purple bowl!!"

"Oh look Keira!! You have your favorite color jammies on!!"
Then I tried to get a decent picture in her favorite color jammies so when she's 16, she can tell Ava that she now despises purple as it was forced upon her as a child.

Silliness happens when you try to get a 2 year old to pose for a picture...seriously I don't need to see what's up her nose!I decided that seeing her eyes was an important factor in the up the hair went....that's better.....or maybe not??
What's with the Miss Piggy look??

And then the eyes....
Okay, now back to Miss Piggy. I think I wiped her nose by can thank me later...
By this point I got, "I'm all done mama!!! NO MORE!!!"

Can you ever get a decent picture of a 2 year old?? Well this girl can...but she wasn't around at the I did my best.

I guess I have one prop for Ava...Keira can now pick out purple any where, any time, and any place.

Sweet, one less thing I have to teach her :)

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

...that my only purpose in this house is for food and clean clothes.

I just heard Keira crying, her feet plop plopping across the floor on her way to the office where I'm sitting. I put my arms out, ready and waiting for her to come running to me for a big cuddle and telling her that it would all be okay.

I was the ready and willing consoling Mom.

She glanced at me with her tearful eyes, my arms out and open.... and then turned straight to Ava, who was sitting next to me, and grabbed her by the hand and brought her along out of the room. Ava then rubbing her back on the way out of the room saying, "Oh Keira, it's okay. I'll help you! Oh Honey, it's okay!"

Denied. Totally Denied.


Saturday, April 16, 2011

Future Stylist

I like to go to bed early. Like really early. If I had it my way...I'd be in bed by 7pm every night. I get up early and I need a lot of sleep. Or maybe I should say, I like a lot of sleep. I can do without, but I get a bit cranky and irritable. Nathan and the kids do all they can to make sure my bed and I have a good, working relationship. As a result of my going to bed kids do too. We are usually done with our bedtime routine around 7:30pm. We leave their lights on low so they can read or color, or as of lately do "other things." As I went in a little later to turn the girls light off I found my sweet Keira with this in her hand:

Like I've mentioned before, she's stealthy. She was quietly sitting on the floor with a brush in hand carefully brushing the hair of not her sister, but her friend: Her pillow pet. Upon examining the bottle, she had taken the top off and poured the entire bottle on the pillow pets head and was carefully brushing his silky smooth yarn head.

She had a promising future...doesn't she?

Friday, April 8, 2011

I have started making my own bread and sandwich rolls. There are a few reasons...

1. The smell. I love the smell of fresh baking bread and to have my house smell like that...well it's just a little slice of heaven.

2. The taste. Fresh baked bread just tastes good. Like really good. I have found a pretty good recipe that is kid and husband approved.

3. The times. At approximately $.50 a just makes sense. We eat a lot of bread...and that's a lot of quarters saved.

4. The feel. It just makes me feel resourceful, home-makerish, like a real woman back in the 1900's when they really worked hard. True, I get my flour from a bag and throw it all in the bread machine on the dough cycle. That still counts as working hard, right?

5. The health. Everything home made is just better for you...hands down.

Nathan was helping me cut out the rolls one day....Guess what ones he made?

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Yesterday was a day of "I can't believe I just said that."

Me: "Quaid are you sure you don't need a bowl??? If you puke on my couch I will not be happy with you!!"

(I can't believe I just said that. Wow, what a sympathetic mom I am!)

Me: "Jentzen, do you still have a fever?"....."Oh good Jentzen, having a fever is good for you!"

(I can't believe I just said that. Wow, what a sympathetic mom I am!)

Me: "Quaid and Jentzen, if feel good enough to laugh and giggle while laying on the couch, then you must be well enough to come up here and help us clean!!"

(As it went dead silent downstairs, I can't believe I just said that. Sheesh, give the kids a break!)

Me: "You can't have your cookie Keira, you didn't eat your dinner!"

(I can't believe I just said that. I've turned into that mom already!)

Me: "Ava, I don't have time right now to play ANOTHER game with you!"

(I can't believe I just said that. When is there NOT enough time to play another game?)

I'm sure my kids are glad that yesterday is over :) Me on the other hand...I didn't really mind. Having 2 kids sacked out on the couch for the majority of the day makes for a really productive mom day!

Monday, April 4, 2011

I came downstairs this morning to find my sweet Keira at the bottom of the stairs. I saw her first. She looked up, met my eyes, and immediatly out of her mouth came"Mommy can I have this banana?" Keira tends to get the phrase "It's easier to ask permission than to ask for forgiveness" a little bit backwards. She tends to just grab what she wants, and then asks for it after the fact. We're working on it. And she's super stealthy which makes it a little bit harder....some of my other kids are like elphants and wrecking balls around the house. I always know where they are and what they're doing...but Keira, not so much. So as I see she already has eaten half the comment, "Well at least sit at the counter if you're going to eat it!" I then saw this... The stool, ever so carefully, pushed up to the counter. The knife and the peel. Me: "Did you do this?" Keira: "Yep I did." Me: "Did you get this knife out?" Keira: "Yep, for the banana!" Me: "Did you cut this all by yourself." Keira: "No, I just poked it. Just a lil' poke. Just a lil' poke in my banana." Ava obviously didn't think a 2 1/2 year old with a knife was anything to be concerned about. Good to know.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Now here's a sight I would love to see more often!!


Nathan cooking in the kitchen...not the semi-psychotic looking man holding a knife thing...

Jentzen told me one night that Daddy makes the best suppers ever! I asked him what Daddy made that was so good....Pancakes and Cereal was his answer!

So tonight Nathan brought out the full arsenal....French Toast.


And for the record...I did help. I made the best part....the bacon!