Thursday, October 20, 2011

Tidbits.


Marshal found this snazzy bib at Burlington Coat Factory last weekend. I couldn't help but buy it.


And when you do something for one child, you have to do it for the other child too. Molly insisted. Sorry blurry picture. Low light from all the dang ole rain.
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Molly's new trick is putting all the marker caps on her fingers. At first she was having a difficult time getting the caps off while she was putting them on her fingers, but then she got smart and removed all the caps before putting them on her fingers. I loved watching her thought process.
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Yes, I risked waking Johnny up just to get this picture.
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Finally caught one of Johnny's giant baby smile on camera. He smiles all the time, absolutely melting my heart.


I seriously can't get enough of this love bug...
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And speaking of heart melting...


Pinch me.


He was holding on to Marshal's shirt collar when he fell asleep!

~Margaret


Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Full.

Oh hello, little bear cub. Would you like to take a nap on my shoulder? Okay.


I can't explain how great it feels when your baby rests his squeeshy checks on your shoulder and just checks out. It's like he's so relaxed just being close to your skin, he just can't help but nod off for a bit.

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I scored a few sweet pacifiers for Johnny.


I hope they don't scream "my mom wants me to be athletic someday." I just thought they were cute. I would have got the book shaped like a pacifier too if they would have had one...
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Last weekend my mom called and asked if we'd come up on Sunday for a visit and when momma ask's you to visit, you visit. It was our first drive back home with Johnny, so I was a little anxious. But, don't worry....



...they slept the entire way.

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This past week, the leaves really began to fall.


And Molly doesn't just jump in leaf piles...


She swims in leaf piles.


And this isn't one of those 'my kid is so much cooler than other kids' things, it's just that I'm so proud of her imagination ;).



I think that's why these past few years my excitement for the holidays has grown tremendously. Kids make the changing of the seasons, traditions and celebrations so special. They take it up a notch.


Racking leaves is just yard work, until you through a toddler or two into the mix. Then it's fun. It's making memories.


I just can't wait to watch this little guy jumping through piles of crisp brown leaves next year with his big sister.


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This is the usual state of my sons existence...


But these past few days we've been seeing more awake time.



When I was taking pictures of John on the blanket, Molly demanded a little camera time too.


She thought it was hilarious.


She was helping put Johnny's pacifier back into his mouth. It was so sweet of her. She was being so gentle and caring for him.

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He's really starting to fill up the rocker. Sometimes it's really hard to resist picking him up when he looks so squishy.

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Remember my belly shots?


My newest belly shot.

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We had a really special treat on Monday. My cousin Joanna and her munchkins came to visit. Her newest little, Andrew, is just irresistible. You can't help but make him laugh. And her first born, Maggie, is just a doll. She is only two months older than Molly and it was absolutely heart melting hearing them playing together. Two little voices telling each other what to do. I wish I would have recording there conversations.


Both girls watching the Tinker Belle movie during their "nap" time.


Before they left, we tried to get a group picture....which was HILARIOUS.

Soooo...the story goes:

First, Joanna says, "Hey lets take a picture before we leave." I say what a great idea that is and we should put them all on the couch. I sat Molly on the couch and tucked Johnny next to her arm.


Joanna attempts to do the same. "Maggie, come sit next to Molly." Maggie cries. She was really really having fun with toys and stopping to take pictures isn't.


...waiting for Joanna to get her kids in line....and as perfect as mine....




....still waiting....


Now Margaret, knowing how bribing with cookies works every time, says, "hey Maggie, I'll give you this yummy delicious cookie if you sit next to Molly."


Maggie says I can dig that and sits her little jegging butt on the couch next to Molly's.


Meanwhile, Andrew is yelling. YELLING. Yelling with joy. Because making more noise for mommies while big sister melts down is so much fun.


Cue Margaret taking a picture of adorable boy yelling and smiling at the same time. Because making more noise during an already loud situation is a little boys specialty. After Maggie is settled, Joanna swiftly props Andrew next to Johnny.


Hurry take a picture. Click.




Okay now, Andrew, nose dive off the couch. Luckily, Joanna's reflex is to catch falling baby, because my reflex was to take picture. And that's the story.

I can't stop laughing. Instead of taking pictures, I should have just filmed it. And then bottled the hilariousness and sold it and made a billion dollars. If you've ever been in this type of ridiculous situation, you will think it's funny. If not, well then it's just a 'you should of been there' thing.

Already looking forward to our next visit.

~Margaret

Friday, October 7, 2011

Say what?

Molly was coloring when she looked up at me with her big brown eyes and admitted that she was in fact "frustrated." She slipped off the kitchen chair that her little tush had been resting on and sulked to the living room. From the living room she says, "Mommy, you know why I'm sitting here?" She was sitting on her push car. I responded, "no, Molly, why are you sitting there?" And she says, "because I'm frustrated."



I love these little conversations. She says the funniest things. She says things like "I'm too big," when she really means too little or if she doesn't want to do what I just asked her to do. Everything happened "last morning." "Remember I napped last morning?" She says thing like "I'm sad," when she's trying to guilt me into letting her sleep in our bed. And every day when Marshal gets home from work she looks out the window, watching him get out of his truck, and she asks, "what does he got?" We're working on the "have."



Occasionally she'll call her daddy, "Marshal," and when Marshal and I are talking to each other she'll yell, "Talk-a-me," when she wants in on the conversation.

When she counts she usually forget a number or two..."one, two, three, five..." and she likes to sing REALLY loud when we're at the grocery store. People, most people, think it's cute. And on occasion, she'll tell me she has to go make a phone call and I need to be quite. Then I'll hear her say, "Hi grandpa," then she'll pause, after a moment she'll pretend to laugh and say, "thanks so funny, good-bye." My sister, Marcella, gets a few pretend phone calls every once in awhile, too.



If Johnny is crying, she will go over to him, gently pat his head and say, "hey, buddy." She calls him her baby and is proud to tell anyone and everyone that she is a big sister.

My personal favorite is when she makes up words. One time I was in the bathroom next to her bedroom and I heard her introduce two of her toys to each other saying, "Hi Flooty, I'm Flocky."

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Side note: have you ever walked into a room, forgetting the t.v. was on??? I just did. Almost pulled a knife on our flat screen. No, I don't own a knife, but I jumped really high.
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Earlier today, I was cleaning up the play food and putting it in Molly's little kitchen. Molly saw that her water cup was in her play fridge...she likes to keep it there...but upon finding her cup she says, "Oh hello, cup!"

I wish I could remember ever little hilarious thing she says. Like one time Marshal told me they saw an airplane and he asked Molly where it was going and she says, "the mommy plane has to go home to the baby plane." 

She also has a great memory. Just when you think she has forgotten "ball pee," she goes and brings it up again during a recent time in the bath tub. ahem...thanks, Uncle T. 



Sometimes she picks up on things that I don't even realize she's picking up on. The good and the bad. After watching her daddy and me genuflect in church, she started to. She also has picked up on a certain word that a certain mom needs to stop saying. At the grocery store, I fumbled my check card twice dropping it and each time reaching down for it, I said crap. She yelled crap the entire way out the store and to the car. Embarrassing? nooo. 

And really none of this is all that entertaining if it were to come out of the mouth of just anybody, but since it's coming from a two-year-old, it's pretty darn funny. dig?

I took this picture of Johnny sprawled out on the couch so I can make myself cry in 16 years when his feet are hanging off the couch.

So since Halloween is coming, I've been talking to Molly here and there about trick-or-treating. Now, every morning she asks if we're going to trick-or-treating. Yesterday she asked and I said, no but soon. And then Molly says, "we're going to go trick-or-treating soon, Mommy? We're going to get candy. You get candy too, Mommy. I don't like candy." hahaha

This morning she asked me for chai tea and then says, "and I don't want to ask again." HA! and then just a few minutes later I asked her to clean up her play-doh. Of course, as expected, she says no. I say, "You will to," and she says, "no I won't to." These conversations could go on forever. I love it when she's doing something, like playing with play-doh and asks, "Can I build a tower." Sure.




He sleeps just like his sister, all cockeyed and twisted. Almost time to start sleeping in the crib :(.


So, I guess Molly now doesn't like to touch bananas because this is how she chooses to eat them. She lifts the plate to her mouth and takes a bite. Very lady like, I know.

But now it's Friday and my house is a mess, so I must do something productive...or at least think about doing something productive.
~Margaret



Sunday, October 2, 2011

Banana's.

I always buy too many bananas. I buy a bunch, always the biggest bunch, every time I get groceries....even if the bunch from last week is still sitting there. Marshal looks at me and says, " more?" and I shrug and say, "banana bread?"


Yes, when life gives you too many bananas, make banana bread.


....and if life gives you too many bananas but you forgot to buy butter to make banana bread, well then you better start eating some bananas.


I'm not always this philosophical, but every once in awhile I get some pretty cool ideas. Pretty cool ideas like getting up before everyone else just to watch the sun slowly fill our little kitchen while sipping something hot, alone. Pretty cool ideas like not laying Johnny down after a 3am feeding immediately, but rocking him for awhile instead, just to hold a sleeping baby cuz' momma knows this isn't going to last forever. I like my ideas. I like my life.


So look who's holding his head up.


And when he hear's my voice, he cranes his baby neck using every muscle to find me. Then I melt...because he loves me.


Last night when I was kissing Molly goodnight, I noticed her baby cheeks are changing. Her face is thinning out and those smooshy dough-boy cheeks are turning into a "I'm a big sister, now" cheeks and "I can do it by myself" cheeks. Why do babies have to change?

Oh, I know...because watching them grow up is so much fun.

~Margaret