Adelynne is on her feet! She does a bit of walking when no one is looking, and here I caught her standing on her own.
Now and then there is a bit of tear free "rassling" that occurs--I can't believe I caught it!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Firsts--bowling!
We had a blast taking Nehemiah for his first bowling for an early Valentine's celebration.
Patience.
So strong!
Gonna' make it?
Sweet success--rejoice!
Nachos!
Fun with photos
I have been lax in my posting lately, but I have been taking pictures! I will put up a few posts with fun recent happenings. :) This is one of the first times I caught the kids playing together.
Friends
Rawr!
Goofin'
Whatcha doin'?
Sweetie pie
Friday, February 19, 2010
Beauty and fun rolled into one!
Beauty.
Hike!
Flying high!
I can hardly believe Adelynne's first birthday is coming up so fast! We sure are loving her more each day! Here are a few fun pictures from today. :)
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Down Paris Goats!
Nehemiah got a little periscope with the penguins from Madagascar at McDonald's yesterday.
Today, he was attempting to master the word "periscope." The first thing we heard was Paris goat...the next? Pair of ghosts.
On the way to church Nehemiah dropped the toy behind him in the van, and though he did exclaim, "Oh my periscope!" What Ben heard was, "Oh my penis broke!" You should have seen Ben's face!
The hilarity of mispronunciation combined with the correct anatomical terminology accompanying the potty training attempts in process here. Say that 3x fast!
Today, he was attempting to master the word "periscope." The first thing we heard was Paris goat...the next? Pair of ghosts.
On the way to church Nehemiah dropped the toy behind him in the van, and though he did exclaim, "Oh my periscope!" What Ben heard was, "Oh my penis broke!" You should have seen Ben's face!
The hilarity of mispronunciation combined with the correct anatomical terminology accompanying the potty training attempts in process here. Say that 3x fast!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tales of a Bizarre Terrorist Banshee
Wow, there are times when you think to yourself as a parent, "Hmm...I believe we have entered the terrible twos." And then there are times when you reflect on those times and realize that you were dead wrong, because the current times...you have no words for. Terrible twos doesn't even begin to explain it.
Fortunately the good Lord gives these creatures, err, I mean children (or in my book Bizarre Terrorist Banshees/BTBs for short) a heavy dose of imagination. This serves not only to keep the BTBs exhausted parents on their toes, but also breaking out into spontaneous fits of hilarious laughter--lucky for the BTB.
I shall attempt to put words to the past few days in order to aide other unsuspecting caretakers in identifying a BTB should it emerge from your otherwise normal child. I shall also beg, plead, and weep in an attempt to extract advice from others who have endured the wrath of this peculiar creature.
When we moved Nehemiah into his big boy bed in the fall, I expected that he would get up and wander around his room, and I wasn't sure exactly how to keep that from happening. Then we tried it, and no joke, he would not get off of his bed unless we came and got him. He would yell for us, but would wait patiently until we arrived for his extrication. This delightful turn of events is no more. He has discovered his freedom--in a BIG way!
I should also explain that we are in the throes of potty training, which entails, among other things, lessons on how to undress and redress.
In the last few weeks, Nehemiah has started waking up in the middle of the night. He is not groggy. He is up like he would be in the morning. It started out that he would call for us. One of us (usually Ben, or Adelynne will wake up screaming, because she immediately knows when my presence is missing) would go to his room and put him back to bed. Then we started to cut his naps down--now he takes a nap maybe twice a week and has quite time in his room the other days.
Last week, the moon was particularly bright, which causes Maltby to be a bit insane--he insists on going out to chase the Wererabbit. He barks and is very noisy--so Ben would also get up to let the dog out, and he started noticing that Nehemiah's bedroom light was on--at like 2 am. He was quietly in there playing or looking at books, but not sleeping. The next day, he would be very tired and irritable. We figured he would eventually get tired enough that he would quit the habit. A few nights later Ben came out to let Maltby out, and all of the lights in the house were on, and Nehemiah was standing buck-naked, banging on the heater, and yelling for Ben. It was so unexpected, and didn't happen again for awhile.
Then, this morning, after a glorious, uninterrupted night's sleep, Ben got up to find Nehemiah, with very poopy diaper removed, and naked, who had stepped in his poo, and was now jumping and dancing on the couch. We were fortunate that there wasn't more around, but it was a little shocking. Ben handled it very well--Nehemiah is quite fortunate that I was nursing Adelynne and not getting up. I don't do so well in the mornings--I'm definitely a night owl--I would have been quite upset, but Ben was so patient. I was very proud of him, because it was a better reaction, considering that Nehemiah is in the middle of so much learning--I don't think he did anything purposely, but my gut reaction wouldn't have taken all of those variables into account.
Anyway, with the midnight mayhem, we are exhausted, including Nehemiah, which results in much more normal "terrible two" behavior during the day. We've been trying to be more consistent with the Dear BTB as far as discipline is concerned, cutting nap time, transitioning from the high chair, potty training, etc. I think it is all just a bit much, so I am hoping when some of these skills are mastered that life will slow down a bit and get back to something resembling normality!
Fortunately the good Lord gives these creatures, err, I mean children (or in my book Bizarre Terrorist Banshees/BTBs for short) a heavy dose of imagination. This serves not only to keep the BTBs exhausted parents on their toes, but also breaking out into spontaneous fits of hilarious laughter--lucky for the BTB.
I shall attempt to put words to the past few days in order to aide other unsuspecting caretakers in identifying a BTB should it emerge from your otherwise normal child. I shall also beg, plead, and weep in an attempt to extract advice from others who have endured the wrath of this peculiar creature.
When we moved Nehemiah into his big boy bed in the fall, I expected that he would get up and wander around his room, and I wasn't sure exactly how to keep that from happening. Then we tried it, and no joke, he would not get off of his bed unless we came and got him. He would yell for us, but would wait patiently until we arrived for his extrication. This delightful turn of events is no more. He has discovered his freedom--in a BIG way!
I should also explain that we are in the throes of potty training, which entails, among other things, lessons on how to undress and redress.
In the last few weeks, Nehemiah has started waking up in the middle of the night. He is not groggy. He is up like he would be in the morning. It started out that he would call for us. One of us (usually Ben, or Adelynne will wake up screaming, because she immediately knows when my presence is missing) would go to his room and put him back to bed. Then we started to cut his naps down--now he takes a nap maybe twice a week and has quite time in his room the other days.
Last week, the moon was particularly bright, which causes Maltby to be a bit insane--he insists on going out to chase the Wererabbit. He barks and is very noisy--so Ben would also get up to let the dog out, and he started noticing that Nehemiah's bedroom light was on--at like 2 am. He was quietly in there playing or looking at books, but not sleeping. The next day, he would be very tired and irritable. We figured he would eventually get tired enough that he would quit the habit. A few nights later Ben came out to let Maltby out, and all of the lights in the house were on, and Nehemiah was standing buck-naked, banging on the heater, and yelling for Ben. It was so unexpected, and didn't happen again for awhile.
Then, this morning, after a glorious, uninterrupted night's sleep, Ben got up to find Nehemiah, with very poopy diaper removed, and naked, who had stepped in his poo, and was now jumping and dancing on the couch. We were fortunate that there wasn't more around, but it was a little shocking. Ben handled it very well--Nehemiah is quite fortunate that I was nursing Adelynne and not getting up. I don't do so well in the mornings--I'm definitely a night owl--I would have been quite upset, but Ben was so patient. I was very proud of him, because it was a better reaction, considering that Nehemiah is in the middle of so much learning--I don't think he did anything purposely, but my gut reaction wouldn't have taken all of those variables into account.
Anyway, with the midnight mayhem, we are exhausted, including Nehemiah, which results in much more normal "terrible two" behavior during the day. We've been trying to be more consistent with the Dear BTB as far as discipline is concerned, cutting nap time, transitioning from the high chair, potty training, etc. I think it is all just a bit much, so I am hoping when some of these skills are mastered that life will slow down a bit and get back to something resembling normality!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Eat your 'Phil' of Punxsutawny Pancakes!
This is one breakfast I wouldn't mind eating day after day after day! ;) I found these cute little guys over at Gourmet Mom on-the-Go and couldn't resist making the winter doldrums a bit more special around here. They're not healthy for the body, but they do wonders for the spirit!
Love at first sight or bite?
The stare down.
It's alive!
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