We have had the plague in our home since MLK Day. Until today, the kids literally hadn't left the house since the prior Sunday.
Erik got hit first, the hardest, then Grant, then me (thanks to Zicam, I was only sick for a few days). Yesterday was the first day I felt human enough to get up and get around - seriously, this was a BAD strain of cold. So I get up, get in the shower, start shampooing and bam. Baby screams BLOODY MURDER. Then G starts beating on my shower door because the batteries in his Record-A-Story book are out and he really needs them replaced.
Baby screams again.
G comes in and tells me he told her to shut up.
WHAT?!
Baby screaming further.
I give up and get out.
G, with genuine interest: How was your shower, mommy?
WHAT?!???????
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
A Daniel Tiger Birthday Party
My Sweet little Grant turned 3 a few days (okay... weeks...) ago and all he requested was a Daniel Tiger birthday party with a "BIIIIIIIIIIIIIG cake!" and that's what he got. To be honest, he wasn't going to get a "biiiiiig cake" because cake decorating is irritating, but when I screwed up his cupcakes the night before, a big cake is what he got (after Erik went to the store for baking mixes...)
A ridiculously huge thanks goes out to my sweet, one-of-a-kind, m&m separator (see O the Owl centerpiece) and photographer extraordinaire BFF, Mandy, who literally went through hell and high ... snow (it was blizzard-ing at her house near Ft. Drum, NY the day before) to get here for G's party, and then snapped these great pictures out of the goodness of her heart so I didn't have to (and so they'd be prettier...).
A ridiculously huge thanks goes out to my sweet, one-of-a-kind, m&m separator (see O the Owl centerpiece) and photographer extraordinaire BFF, Mandy, who literally went through hell and high ... snow (it was blizzard-ing at her house near Ft. Drum, NY the day before) to get here for G's party, and then snapped these great pictures out of the goodness of her heart so I didn't have to (and so they'd be prettier...).
Saturday, January 18, 2014
November Things Fell By the Wayside...
...and don't even ask about December!
I haven't been doing a great job of keeping up with Grant-isms lately, and I'm so irritated at myself for that!
The other day I was looking at old posts when I couldn't sleep and came across the one about how G read his Noah's Ark book (here). It's so sad/funny/life affirming that so much has changed in such a short amount of time. I'm so glad I started keeping up my blog again. I can't believe what I had already forgotten.
So I need to get back in the saddle. And here we go!
G: My Daddy not like sprinkles.
S: Oh?
G: My Daddy a Soldier. Soldiers not like sprinkles.
G: This clementine is too squirtie.
S: There's worse things in life than a squirtie clementine, don't you think?
G: I doubt it.
G: I really like this new Christmas music, Mommy.
S: This isn't Christmas music, bud.
G: That not HoHo singing?
S: No... It's Johnny Cash.
G, upon seeing Erik's tattoo: Nice birdie, Daddy!
G: Mommy said only naughty people ride motorcycles.
G: I miss Sar'nt Hall. He's a hard worker.
E: Oh yeah?
G: Not like my Mommy. She stays home.
G: I'm pretty nervous about going to school.
S: Why?
G: You know Mary Had a Little Lamb? It's fleece was white as snow! And everywhere Mary went, the lamb would go too! And it followed her to school and made the children laugh and play, laugh and play. (incredulously) AND THEN THE TEACHER TURNED IT OUT!!!
S, dying of laughter: You don't have a lamb, so I'm not sure what the problem is.
G: IT'S COLD OUTSIDE!!!!!!!
I haven't been doing a great job of keeping up with Grant-isms lately, and I'm so irritated at myself for that!
The other day I was looking at old posts when I couldn't sleep and came across the one about how G read his Noah's Ark book (here). It's so sad/funny/life affirming that so much has changed in such a short amount of time. I'm so glad I started keeping up my blog again. I can't believe what I had already forgotten.
So I need to get back in the saddle. And here we go!
G: My Daddy not like sprinkles.
S: Oh?
G: My Daddy a Soldier. Soldiers not like sprinkles.
G: This clementine is too squirtie.
S: There's worse things in life than a squirtie clementine, don't you think?
G: I doubt it.
G: I really like this new Christmas music, Mommy.
S: This isn't Christmas music, bud.
G: That not HoHo singing?
S: No... It's Johnny Cash.
G, upon seeing Erik's tattoo: Nice birdie, Daddy!
G: Mommy said only naughty people ride motorcycles.
G: I miss Sar'nt Hall. He's a hard worker.
E: Oh yeah?
G: Not like my Mommy. She stays home.
G: I'm pretty nervous about going to school.
S: Why?
G: You know Mary Had a Little Lamb? It's fleece was white as snow! And everywhere Mary went, the lamb would go too! And it followed her to school and made the children laugh and play, laugh and play. (incredulously) AND THEN THE TEACHER TURNED IT OUT!!!
S, dying of laughter: You don't have a lamb, so I'm not sure what the problem is.
G: IT'S COLD OUTSIDE!!!!!!!
Friday, January 17, 2014
Sangria + Baking
I swear I only had one glass.
Annnnnd then a half of another glass while I baked Nutella cupcakes with my BFF for G's birthday.
And then around 10:30PM, Erik went to Wal-Mart for a couple of cake mixes (I requested two, just to be on the safe side...).
While he was gone, I had to throw out my muffin tins.
Remind me not to try a new recipe the night before Grant's next birthday party.
Annnnnd then a half of another glass while I baked Nutella cupcakes with my BFF for G's birthday.
And then around 10:30PM, Erik went to Wal-Mart for a couple of cake mixes (I requested two, just to be on the safe side...).
While he was gone, I had to throw out my muffin tins.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
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