After a day like today, (Riley was seriously on one), I needed to blog about the funny things my kids say, so I can remember than even though they occasionally make me want to pull all my hair out, I still love them.
Riley and Carter were watching me make Carter a fried egg yesterday morning. Riley told me he wanted an egg, and when I asked him if he wanted a fried egg like Carter or a scrambled egg with cheese he replied, "Scrambled eggs with cheese," and then he added, "Sir," and he saluted me like a soldier. Too bad I can't get that reaction more often from him. I also have to try not to laugh when he is sitting in time out just sobbing, "Don't leave me! It's not my fault! I didn't mean to!" Have any of you read that book No, David or David Gets In Trouble? Yeah, that's SO Riley.
Carter was snuggling with me on my lap this evening and I was rubbing his back and saying how nice it is to snuggle with him. He said to me, "Mom, don't you wish I could snuggle on your lap all the time?" Yes, Carter, I do.
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Air Quotes
The other day Melanie was explaining the idea of air quotes to her cousin, *John. She explained as best she could how to use air quotes in a conversation and gave John an example such as, "People might think they're "cool" if they use them."
Well, John kind of got the idea, but not quite because he walked into the room where his cousin *Suzie was and said to Melanie, "Suzie has pretty "hair"." Oh, children and air quotes, what a funny combination.
*Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Yes, Suzie is the same puking Suzie from the sleepover-vomiting escapade.
Well, John kind of got the idea, but not quite because he walked into the room where his cousin *Suzie was and said to Melanie, "Suzie has pretty "hair"." Oh, children and air quotes, what a funny combination.
*Names have been changed to protect the innocent. Yes, Suzie is the same puking Suzie from the sleepover-vomiting escapade.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
My First Day and Carter's First Day
I'm afraid if I blog about everything about my first day it truly will be a novel, so I'll try to keep it short and sweet.
I love school.
I feel old there.
There were 1400 incoming freshmen this year.
That equals 1400 perky 18-year-old people all over.
I'm more confident so I feel more comfortable striking up a conversation with the person sitting next to me.
I feel like a nerd because I'm enjoying it way too much.
I've met at least two people in every class except for math.
Their names are Stephanie, Toni, Amy, Nicole, Megan, Samantha, Paige, Jo, Amy, Natalie, Heather, and Carly.
Toni is the only male I've officially met.
I'm thankful I'm good with names.
My professors and teachers seem very nice.
I'm taking a Nutrition class, History 1700, Math 1010, and UNIV 1000 and LM 1010.
The UNIV 1000 isn't as dumb as I thought it would be.
I'm tired.
My backpack is heavy.
I'm getting up at 5:30 a.m.
I'm fine with that.
I get a lot accomplished during the day.
I need to go to bed.
OK, Carter's first day of Kindergarten was today! I was a space case mom and forgot to snap a photo. I swore I was not going to be one of those parents who takes a million pictures of their first kid and by the time they get to their last there are none. I have one photo of myself at six months and nothing else until 1st grade.
Carter was a little nervous to go, but mostly excited. The funny thing was Melanie was more nervous than both of us. She kept saying, "Mom, I'm nervous for Carter." You could just see it in her body language how she was mother henning him. It was cute and funny.
He said the bus ride was the best, once he got over being nervous. They have a big dinosaur slide at recess, and he said he was the best behaved student in class. Uh-huh. To fib or not to fib?
This week has been so busy for our family. Ben started his new job yesterday, too. He loves teaching but finds it difficult when he is:
a) teaching P.E. with no indoor phys. ed. facilities and only basketball hoops outside
b) has no student edition of the textbooks, only teacher editions where all the answers are
c) has to go to a different building across town to make copies
d) doesn't have a computer yet
These are just kinks that will eventually be worked out. I'm just glad he truly loves teaching or he would be crazy. Or crazier.
Riley's funnies for the week are as follows: When Ben and I told him no about something this morning he said, "That's not fair, big people!" When he found a coin on Grandma Jeanne's driveway he picked it up and said, "It's my lucky day."
I love school.
I feel old there.
There were 1400 incoming freshmen this year.
That equals 1400 perky 18-year-old people all over.
I'm more confident so I feel more comfortable striking up a conversation with the person sitting next to me.
I feel like a nerd because I'm enjoying it way too much.
I've met at least two people in every class except for math.
Their names are Stephanie, Toni, Amy, Nicole, Megan, Samantha, Paige, Jo, Amy, Natalie, Heather, and Carly.
Toni is the only male I've officially met.
I'm thankful I'm good with names.
My professors and teachers seem very nice.
I'm taking a Nutrition class, History 1700, Math 1010, and UNIV 1000 and LM 1010.
The UNIV 1000 isn't as dumb as I thought it would be.
I'm tired.
My backpack is heavy.
I'm getting up at 5:30 a.m.
I'm fine with that.
I get a lot accomplished during the day.
I need to go to bed.
OK, Carter's first day of Kindergarten was today! I was a space case mom and forgot to snap a photo. I swore I was not going to be one of those parents who takes a million pictures of their first kid and by the time they get to their last there are none. I have one photo of myself at six months and nothing else until 1st grade.
Carter was a little nervous to go, but mostly excited. The funny thing was Melanie was more nervous than both of us. She kept saying, "Mom, I'm nervous for Carter." You could just see it in her body language how she was mother henning him. It was cute and funny.
He said the bus ride was the best, once he got over being nervous. They have a big dinosaur slide at recess, and he said he was the best behaved student in class. Uh-huh. To fib or not to fib?
This week has been so busy for our family. Ben started his new job yesterday, too. He loves teaching but finds it difficult when he is:
a) teaching P.E. with no indoor phys. ed. facilities and only basketball hoops outside
b) has no student edition of the textbooks, only teacher editions where all the answers are
c) has to go to a different building across town to make copies
d) doesn't have a computer yet
These are just kinks that will eventually be worked out. I'm just glad he truly loves teaching or he would be crazy. Or crazier.
Riley's funnies for the week are as follows: When Ben and I told him no about something this morning he said, "That's not fair, big people!" When he found a coin on Grandma Jeanne's driveway he picked it up and said, "It's my lucky day."
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Media Garbage
It begins already. I knew growing up for Melanie was going to be a lot harder than it was for me. There is so much more junk out there! Some commercials nowadays almost seem to be on the verge of soft pornography. And we don't even have cable! And not only is it bad for Melanie, but it's bad for my boys as well.
This morning Melanie and I were talking while she ate breakfast. She made the comment, "How do people on TV wake up with their hair all perfect?" I told her that's not really how it is, that everybody wakes up with crazy bed hair. But it's starting already. She sees the unrealistic side of things, and doesn't realize they're not real! And this is only hair. I can't imagine what she'll feel like when she begins comparing the rest of her body to the bodies of celebrities.
I need to make sure she has a healthy does of reality with all of the media. But how do I do that? How do I make her understand that people aren't really like that? That we all have imperfections? That we're supposed to be different?
I had a thought the other day that really hit home to me. I've never thought I needed to be skinny like most women in the media. I was fortunate enough to grow up in a home where my mother, although she has been overweight most of her adult life, never said anything negative about her body. Thank you, Mom! So I was thinking, if Heavenly Father made us all different heights why in the world would he make us all the same size concerning weight? And although there is a difference in being healthy and wanting to look like everybody else, sometimes it's hard for us to distinguish between the two.
There is a quote from the movie Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves that I love.
A young girl asks the dark-skinned Morgan Freeman, "Did God paint you?"
He replies, "Did God paint me? Of course."
"Why?" replies the young girl.
Morgan Freeman says, "Because Allah loves wonderful variety."
What would the world be like if we were all roses? I truly believe that is why we are the way we are. Because our Father in Heaven loves wonderful variety.
This morning Melanie and I were talking while she ate breakfast. She made the comment, "How do people on TV wake up with their hair all perfect?" I told her that's not really how it is, that everybody wakes up with crazy bed hair. But it's starting already. She sees the unrealistic side of things, and doesn't realize they're not real! And this is only hair. I can't imagine what she'll feel like when she begins comparing the rest of her body to the bodies of celebrities.
I need to make sure she has a healthy does of reality with all of the media. But how do I do that? How do I make her understand that people aren't really like that? That we all have imperfections? That we're supposed to be different?
I had a thought the other day that really hit home to me. I've never thought I needed to be skinny like most women in the media. I was fortunate enough to grow up in a home where my mother, although she has been overweight most of her adult life, never said anything negative about her body. Thank you, Mom! So I was thinking, if Heavenly Father made us all different heights why in the world would he make us all the same size concerning weight? And although there is a difference in being healthy and wanting to look like everybody else, sometimes it's hard for us to distinguish between the two.
There is a quote from the movie Robin Hood, Prince of Thieves that I love.
A young girl asks the dark-skinned Morgan Freeman, "Did God paint you?"
He replies, "Did God paint me? Of course."
"Why?" replies the young girl.
Morgan Freeman says, "Because Allah loves wonderful variety."
What would the world be like if we were all roses? I truly believe that is why we are the way we are. Because our Father in Heaven loves wonderful variety.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Swimming
The weather has been getting hotter lately, so we decided to cool off today by going to the pool. I took my kids and four of my nieces with me. The pool was great, and even though the indoor pool was closed, the outdoor pool wasn't overly crowded.
I love to see the different types of people who come to the pool. Most of them are kids around the age of my kids. They come to splash and have fun and play. It's amazing what a good time they have!
Then there are the moms who come to socialize while their kids are swimming. Or moms who are just watching while their kids swim. A word to the wise from my sister-in-law: when just observing from the sidelines, make sure to wear clothing that dries quickly as you may have to jump in to get your kid when he has swam out farther than he intended. ;)
Then there are the teenagers, coming to get skin cancer. Once upon a time, I too was a crazy teenager who "laid out" in order to turn from a pasty white to a nice brown color. It never worked. I would burn, peel, and fade. I tan better now than I ever did as a kid, but if I were interested in getting myself tan, I definitely would not want to inflict the public with my whiteness. The words, "I'm blind! I can't see!" come into mind. I'm not a farmer, but boy do my arms have the tan to rival them!
All in all it was a good day. Riley loves the water and found out he can walk down the ramp into the water. He was going up and down all afternoon. We headed home before it turned too cloudy. Now, if I could just get those clouds to rain!
I love to see the different types of people who come to the pool. Most of them are kids around the age of my kids. They come to splash and have fun and play. It's amazing what a good time they have!
Then there are the moms who come to socialize while their kids are swimming. Or moms who are just watching while their kids swim. A word to the wise from my sister-in-law: when just observing from the sidelines, make sure to wear clothing that dries quickly as you may have to jump in to get your kid when he has swam out farther than he intended. ;)
Then there are the teenagers, coming to get skin cancer. Once upon a time, I too was a crazy teenager who "laid out" in order to turn from a pasty white to a nice brown color. It never worked. I would burn, peel, and fade. I tan better now than I ever did as a kid, but if I were interested in getting myself tan, I definitely would not want to inflict the public with my whiteness. The words, "I'm blind! I can't see!" come into mind. I'm not a farmer, but boy do my arms have the tan to rival them!
All in all it was a good day. Riley loves the water and found out he can walk down the ramp into the water. He was going up and down all afternoon. We headed home before it turned too cloudy. Now, if I could just get those clouds to rain!
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Equation
Solve.
One part puppy (the kind that doesn't behave and gets into everything) + one part Curious George (the monkey who doesn't behave and has to touch EVERYTHING because he is curious and gets into everything) + one part monster under the bed (the kind that gives you nightmares).
Equals "No No Boy" equals Riley equals Mom slowly but surely losing what little sanity she has.
One part puppy (the kind that doesn't behave and gets into everything) + one part Curious George (the monkey who doesn't behave and has to touch EVERYTHING because he is curious and gets into everything) + one part monster under the bed (the kind that gives you nightmares).
Equals "No No Boy" equals Riley equals Mom slowly but surely losing what little sanity she has.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Nightmare
So here's how my Sunday evening/early Monday morning went today.
Melanie comes in our bedroom at 10:29, about half and hour after Ben and I went to bed. She's frantic and scared, like she had a bad dream.
Ben: "Ahhh!!" Apparently Melanie bursting through our door scared him.
Melanie: "Ahhh!!!" Apparently her father screaming at her in the middle of the night also frightens her.
Ben: "AHHHHH!!!" Apparently Melanie screaming in the middle of the night also scares Ben!
Melanie: "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" She solidifies the fact that her father screaming at her in the middle of the night frightens her!
Mellissa: "What is going on?" I hear and watch the whole thing without screaming. I didn't think the situation needed any more yelling.....
12:09 in the morning: I finally get Melanie to fall asleep in her own bed after sitting with her for 45 minutes. Ben gave her a blessing, too. Had he not had to get up at 5:00 a.m. to head to Panguitch, I would have had him sitting with her, since he's the one who screamed at her!
By the way, this isn't the first time those two have scared each others socks off in the middle of the night. In January of 2007 Carter was in the hospital with a concussion. I was staying with him in the hospital and Ben was home with Melanie and Riley. Well, Ben made the unfortunate mistake of watching Terminator 3: Rise of Machines before going to bed. So when Melanie wandered into our room in the middle of the night, Ben assumed she was the terminator and was there to... well... terminate him. I'm sure last night was deja vu for those two!
Melanie comes in our bedroom at 10:29, about half and hour after Ben and I went to bed. She's frantic and scared, like she had a bad dream.
Ben: "Ahhh!!" Apparently Melanie bursting through our door scared him.
Melanie: "Ahhh!!!" Apparently her father screaming at her in the middle of the night also frightens her.
Ben: "AHHHHH!!!" Apparently Melanie screaming in the middle of the night also scares Ben!
Melanie: "AHHHHHHHH!!!!!" She solidifies the fact that her father screaming at her in the middle of the night frightens her!
Mellissa: "What is going on?" I hear and watch the whole thing without screaming. I didn't think the situation needed any more yelling.....
12:09 in the morning: I finally get Melanie to fall asleep in her own bed after sitting with her for 45 minutes. Ben gave her a blessing, too. Had he not had to get up at 5:00 a.m. to head to Panguitch, I would have had him sitting with her, since he's the one who screamed at her!
By the way, this isn't the first time those two have scared each others socks off in the middle of the night. In January of 2007 Carter was in the hospital with a concussion. I was staying with him in the hospital and Ben was home with Melanie and Riley. Well, Ben made the unfortunate mistake of watching Terminator 3: Rise of Machines before going to bed. So when Melanie wandered into our room in the middle of the night, Ben assumed she was the terminator and was there to... well... terminate him. I'm sure last night was deja vu for those two!
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Jahbbaa
My sister-in-law sent me an email about General Conference activities for kids. Do you think this complies?
Poor Elder Perry!
Poor Elder Perry!
Monday, March 31, 2008
More pictures
So I was looking through my pictures on my computer to post some of Melanie and Carter. I have so few of Carter and I think I know why. Melanie is always posing for the camera. If someone has a camera out she is right in front of it with her smile and silly personality. Riley usually gets his picture taken for something naughty he has done, and he is very entertaining to watch. Then there is Carter. He is so soft spoken that he doesn't go crazy when someone is taking pictures. I am working on getting some more of him to share with everyone. Have fun with these of Melanie.
The man in Melanie's life - her dad.
Their imaginations are so good, they don't even need water!
Melanie the muscle girl.
Like I said, always ready to smile.
She really loves stuffed animals. This Webkinz craze is making our house full of fluff!
Melanie is awesome with her brothers.
The man in Melanie's life - her dad.
Their imaginations are so good, they don't even need water!
Melanie the muscle girl.
Like I said, always ready to smile.
She really loves stuffed animals. This Webkinz craze is making our house full of fluff!
Melanie is awesome with her brothers.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
The longest hour
I was asked to play my flute for sacrament meeting today. They asked me about four weeks ago and so I had plenty of time to find a song and prepare. With the exception of a little accompanist confusion, everything went fine today. With my flute playing that is. Riley on the other hand....
He was a monster today!
They had the partition to the cultural hall open today because there were two missionaries talking. Well, Riley spied the basketball hoops. He wanted to play basketball. Now usually when he sees or wants something and he can't have it right away he says "later" or "another day." But not today. He cried and cried about wanting to play basketball. Ben took him out in the foyer and down the hall but I could still hear him crying. Finally, when I was just finishing up my musical number, he turns to Ben and says, "Play basketball another day." He would have had a much better day (not to mention his parents) had he figured that out earlier!
He was a monster today!
They had the partition to the cultural hall open today because there were two missionaries talking. Well, Riley spied the basketball hoops. He wanted to play basketball. Now usually when he sees or wants something and he can't have it right away he says "later" or "another day." But not today. He cried and cried about wanting to play basketball. Ben took him out in the foyer and down the hall but I could still hear him crying. Finally, when I was just finishing up my musical number, he turns to Ben and says, "Play basketball another day." He would have had a much better day (not to mention his parents) had he figured that out earlier!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
The Many Faces of Riley
This truly is what Riley is like! He is a boy with many facets to his personality. I like his mad face best. Especially when he turns red and starts shaking!
Surprised Face
Happy Face
Scared Face
Mad Face
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