Ember's Wish

"I wish I had this pony in our backyard, real."

Oh the innocent and imaginative dreams of a four year old! (Although a pink unicorn with yellow hair and wings would be pretty neat.) I don't think she has thoroughly thought of all the poopin' she'd be scoopin' the maintenance for such an animal. I mean look at the poor thing, she is filthy, especially upon closer inspection (note to self: wash all ponies); her hair is a fright, not to mention that it is slowly quickly starting to be roughly brushed out fall out (in chunks...I have the good fortune to find colorful "hair" wads around my house) !

Although...all that manure would do our back yard some good. Maybe, because it is a unicorn, the manure would have magical powers and could create grass that doesn't need watering (or mowing for that matter). Who wouldn't love that?! Ahh, the innocent and imaginative dreams of a twenty-eight year old!

CUTE ALERT: Jaxen slept with his shield (from his Halloween costume) last night. He said he couldn't sleep. (He mentioned earlier that day that he wasn't afraid of bad guys coming in our house anymore because he remembered he had his shield.) I guess whatever it takes to get your kid in bed. Apparently, the alarm system isn't reassuring enough.

Got a light?

So late Saturday night on our way home from yet another a family birthday party, I swung by Fry's because I was in the mood for an Asian salad (and they were on sale for $1, nothing beats that!). We don't shop on Sunday, so it was now (9:00 P.M. actually) or never. I ran in, grabbed the salad and a drink, and ran back out - figuratively of course, it was more of a brisk walk. I get home, unload my two items and notice there is something still in the bag. Hmm, what could it be?
Yeap, a pack of cigarettes. Lucky me! Someone apparently purchased them and forgot to grab the bag they were in. Who puts a pack of cigarettes in a bag all by itself? I thought that was a pocket/purse kinda item? Hmm, then again you might be asking me how I know that...logic I guess. I mean how often do you look through the bags in the self-check out lane before you start chucking in your own stuff? I know I don't. (Although technically I usually bring my own bags, so I know there is nothing in them.) So I didn't really steal right?

Now the question is...What do I do with my new found "treasure"?
A. Do I smoke them?*
B. Do I take them back to the store? or
C. Do I toss them in the trash?

So, you help me decide...what should I do? I would have much preferred to come home and find a Snickers bar or money in the bag...that would have been a score!

*Option A is not an option; it s a distractor hidden among the best answer to throw you off. All reference to and about smoking is strictly in jest. No part of this blog may be duplicated for the entertainment of others. All rights reserved. (I always wanted to do that too!)

The Long Walk

Yesterday morning started out as any other. Shaunton went to go work out. Upon his arrival home and being greated by Ember she asks, "Dad, did you brush your teeth?" Yes, mom, he did.

Later in the afternoon I went to drop food off for a friend that lives a few blocks down. I decided to walk with the kids. The both come bolting out the backyard with their bikes. Ok, you can ride your bikes. About one block into the walk I realize that Jaxen's front tire is low on air. Granted, I wasn't planning on them riding their bikes, give me a break. Shortly after that, Ember's handlebars kept getting out of line with the wheel (it's a bigwheel). So, after 50 adjustments, a few pit stops, one bike topple, and a few carry the bike incidents, we ended up at our destination...about 30 minutes after we left. Granted the trip back was faster.

On the way, we also encountered a werewolf. Ember saw a dog, and looks at me with big eyes.
"Mom, did you see that werewolf?!"
"Um, that's not a werewolf." *smiling*
"Then what is it?" (ok, maybe she is wanting breed here?)
"It's just a dog"
"oh"

Leave it to me to blow her imaginative dream...maybe she was pretending (she sure looked serious though). It was a shaggy dog...if it was on two legs instead of four, I might have agreed with the werewolf theory.

A few random thoughts:

I like to kiss Owen on the cheeks. But lately I have to make sure I don't do it around Ember or I get it.

E: (With a head tilt and eye roll) "Mom...do you want me to kiss Owen on hes (sounds like he with a s sound on the end) face?!"
M: "No, I'm sorry, you're right, I won't do it again. (At least not when you are can see me!)

UPDATE: Owen laughed for the first time last night (@ 7:20PM to be exact~Don't look at me, Shaun was the one that noted the time, I'm not really that anal about details.)!!! (Time to plan the First Laugh Ceremony)

Owen slept for 8 hours straight last night. Not counting the restful night, there is nothing like waking up at 3 in the morning with boobs as hard as rocks and lopsided because he nursed on only one side before bed. Miracle grow ain't got nothing on me!. Good thing I don't sleep on my stomach. *Jeez, I make myself laugh*

And, for today, who doesn't like a good start to the morning?

Jaxen was coloring before school today in his Ninja Turtle coloring book. He was coloring a picture with The Brain in it. (For all your TMNT fans, you know who the brain is.) He looks over at Ember, points to his head and says, "Ember, did you know we have blains in here?" I sure hope so!

Tuesday Tid-Bits

Ember decided today that she wanted to use glue. Of course she decided she wanted to use glue while I was trying to get Owen down for the millionth time. Good news: It didn't end up in her hair (or in anyone else's, for that matter). Bad News: She wasted 28 sheets of paper (my original guess before counting was 30, close enough). She put a glob of glue in the center of each pieced and just layered from there. I guess it was some sort of flat tier cake or something. She said she needed to use to glue. Needless to say, the glue is in an undisclosed location. Glue relocation program. Jaxen might need the witness protection program, he was in the kitchen the whole time she was doing it, but saw nothing. As if I expected any other answer.

I caught Ember in Owen's baby bathtub, I would have taken a picture, but we were running later on getting them ready and in bed. It was pretty funny though.

Owen had his Synagis shot yesterday, and has been a little terror brat tired and grumpy today. He won't stay down unless I am right there with him, and you (or at least those of you with kids, anyway) know how hard that is to do?! So, he is sleeping on me as I type...snoring away....knowing full well that he is going to start crying (tears and all) as soon as I lay him down. Ok, in reality, he will wait until I think he is going to stay asleep, then starts crying.

Last but not least is Jaxen's contribution (he has many, so I have to cut it down). Yesterday, as he was taking off his socks, he says to his dad, "Eww, my socks are like Kryptonite!" They aren't that bad, in fact, I don't think they smell. But, this is coming from a habitual baby (and only baby/toddler...no adults please) foot sniffer. Something about that smell. I know, I know...it sounds disgusting. But to me it is as addicting as baby breath (oh that sweet, sweet smell).

It was Ember's turn to say the family prayer tonight. Jaxen leans over and whispers...and then we hear Ember say, "and bless Granma with the turtles will stop moking." Translation: Bless Grandma with the turtles (we label all our Grandma's at our house, you should try it) will stop smoking. I am happy to see them adding their own touches to the prayers and remembering others on their own without being prompted. We love our Grandma and want her to be healthy.

Cheesy Grin

I haven't posted a recent picture of Owen lately. Here he is in all his chubby glory. He is very talkative now! He smiles, coos, makes all sorts of faces (funny, serious, angry---yeap the you-don't-feed-me-enough look), and makes me carry him all over loves to be held. He is easily entertained by the two clowns we have in house who never waste any chances they get to get in his face. We are trying to get him to laugh so that we can hold his First Laugh Ceremony. Getting closer, but not quite there yet...I have a feeling it will be soon!

P.S. He doesn't ride around like that in his car seat (the loose straps). We were going to go to the library yesterday; I started to load him up, looked at the time, and decided not to go so he never got buckled all the way.

I am a Child of God

Owen has the official seal of approval to prove it!

I went to get Owen out of the van after church one Sunday and find this. Jaxen decided that he wanted to share his stickers with Owen. Now why it had to be on the forehead, we may never know.

Ember the Artist

Ember has really made improvements on her drawing skills. Her people are starting to look more like, well, people. Rather then some blog with lots of dots (those would be the eyes, of course). So, because I feel the urge to share, here is a very accurate depiction of our little family. Granted, the hair will come later...we are just excited that we have sticks arms and legs! (Down on the bottom left you can see her many E....just a few too many diagonal lines).



I have also been working with Ember on her name and the letters that make up her name. After all it is hers (her name, that is), so it is the best place to start learning letters and how to write. Here is one of the first few attempts at her whole name. She has been really hesitant up to this point on attempting that m, but I think she did a pretty good job. I did the top one, she traced over it a few times. The two below that one are all her!