What a good wife you will be.

I thought about it and decided that I am the worst wife/friend/mother ever. The end

I lied

This is a conversation my kids had with Aunt Sarah (my sister)
Austen: "Hi."
Henner: "Hullo Sawah."
Sarah: "I miss you guys so much!"
Austen: "Come over."
Austen: "Hey, Sarah, you come over and play trains sometime because you didn't bring Tobe here."
Sarah: (laughter)
Henner: "What's that?"
Henner: "Why you big won't. What's that?"
Henner: "Pop ossa weethow." (pop goes the weasel)
Sarah: (laughter)
Austen: "I am a pirate ship."
Henner: "Look. A baby. A baby thing."
Austen: "I am on a pirate ship."
Sarah: (laughing) "This is priceless."
Austen: "I am not a pirate ship, that is a pirate ship. Get on the pirate ship."
Henner: "I push the bunnon." (button)
The End.

On this date in history

As it turns out


We just got home from Christmas Vacation in Oregon. Many things happened on this trip. Two of the most significant are:

1. I decided I am not an Oregonian anymore. Sorry, folks. I am so over Oregon. I guess I am a Midwesterner. As much as I hate myself for saying that, it is true. I do not love my home state anymore. I got (really really really) tired of my pant legs being wet all the time. I asked my sister and my mom "does it ever stop raining?" Does this make me a traitor? Possibly. An honest traitor, but a traitor nonetheless.

2. The Lord changed my heart. If you know me at all, you know that my husband's grandmother makes me crazy. I could't stand to be around her. Something about the woman rubbed me the wrong way. I have struggled with this for years. I had a particularly hard time with it when she came to visit in June when Aaron was born. So, I prayed about it. I asked my friends to pray for me while I was gone. I knew that the change had happened when I found myself in a room, alone, with Grandma towards the beginning of the visit, watching 'Deal or No Deal' (which I don't even like-due to the forced suspense, I am already prone to anxiety attacks without this nonsense) We were watching it together, commenting on the contestant, her choices, the "figures" of the models, and Howie's choice of ear adornment (always excellent, in my opinion). Later on during our visit, I noticed that I hadn't seen Grandma much and I realized that I MISSED HER. I know this change wasn't of myself, or anything I have done or worked towards because, to be honest, I never worked hard on liking Grandma. God changed my heart towards Grandma. I love Tyson's Grandma!

It's a box...

Henry knows Toy Story 2 by heart. He says the lines ahead of time. Like, "It's a box" when Woody meets the rest of the characters from "Woody's Roundup" and Stinky Pete is mint in the box, never been opened. Do you think he watches too much tv? No, because he never watches tv, he only watches Toy Story 2.

Austen doesn't like it when he puts on his jacket and his shirtsleeves get pulled up his arm by the jacket sleeve. He calls it "kirky" as in: (whining) "I don't want it on, it makes me kirky!"

Comments:
ha that is funny, kirky!
i think we are all a bit kirky!
-Posted by Mommy of Many on Friday, December 14, 2007 - 10:57 AM

good.
-Posted by Sarah on Friday, December 14, 2007 - 4:17 PM

not it

As I was preparing my grocery list for the week, I asked my soon-to-be 4 year old son what he wanted for dinner on his birthday. He said, "A sandwich." He was eating a sandwich. A sandwich with applesauce. Yum. I said, "no, what do you want for dinner on your birthday, a special dinner, you can pick anything you want." He says, "I want just a sandwich with cheese, and butter.(mayo) And noodles, the little ones, I like those." I ask him if he wants any special sauce on those noodles. He replies, "no." I said: "you know when I was a little girl, for my birthday, my mommy, that's your Nana, would let me pick anything I wanted to have for dinner. I would pick something like homemade macaroni and cheese or lasagne or fried chicken and biscuits, something elaborate. So, what do you want?" A sandwich.

I couldn't contain it any longer. I covered my face with my hands and laughed silently for a minute. Then I started rubbing my face. Then I started laughing out loud. Then Austen laughed. Then he said to me, "You're so weird."

Me?

Comments:

He doesn't realize yet, that he can get pretty much everything he wants for birthday because he has simple tastes yet, wait until he is older and requests sushi.
-Posted by Brookiemom on Sunday, November 11, 2007 - 3:33 PM

this was the perfect way to start my day.
I can't wait to hang out with you two weirdos.
-Posted by Sarah on Monday, November 12, 2007 - 11:36 AM

HA HA HA, youre so wierd rebekah! will you have a sandwhich too? :) what kind?
-Posted by Mommy of Many on Friday, November 16, 2007 - 7:42 PM

that's a what?

Austen sitting in his booster seat had gas. It was loud and lasted a long time. Disgusting, I know, but listen to what happened next... I said, "say excuse me" he said it. Then he informed me that that was a "wardahogger." "A what?" says I. "A wardahogger."

"Wardahoggers live outside," he told me "and they make that noise, and they are good"

Comments:
That is so funny and I know exactly what he is referencing. On Duck Tales, there is a part where Webby is holding a baby wart hog and then two big wart hogs jump out of the bushes. They snort for a while and then chase her. However, they later help her get the bad guys. Thus, they are good. So funny.
-Posted by Tyson Aaron on Saturday, November 10, 2007 - 5:14 PM

It's almost (I said ALMOST) not as funny now that it actually means something.
-Posted by spe©ialbekah on Saturday, November 10, 2007 - 5:26 PM

Wardahoggers are now a fact of your life, and they are certainly if not good, extremely funny, creatures, mostly known by boys, small and large, and on occasion, a girl.
-Posted by Brookiemom on Saturday, November 10, 2007 - 9:35 PM

It’s all in your head...

I have two sick kids. One just produces massive quantities of snot. The other vomits. The vomiting one is only 5 months old. This is particularly unusual because no one else is vomiting and he is exclusively nursing which is supposed to give him immunity to such things. The sight of vomit makes me queasy. (not to mention lysol and sanitize everything) I have been assured by the pediatritian that he does not have a stomach virus but the same one as the snotty kid, except that he is gagging on his nasal drainage instead of it running out of his nose. This has not stopped me from becoming more and more certain that I am coming down with something. If being a parent has taught me anything it is that sickness is inevitable. I am convinced every time I swallow that I am supressing vomit. I wonder if my stomach grumbling is the dreaded abdominal cramping. I am trying to keep the baby isolated from the other guys (which is hard, since Austen is obsessed with his baby and CANNOT LEAVE HIM ALONE) So the baby is in the playpen. Sleeping. Precious sleeep. He fussed until about 2:30am, so I am LETTING THIS CHILD SLEEP. With me sitting not 5 feet away, Henry managed to piece by piece empty an entire bucket of duplo blocks into the play pen. I am so out of it. Am I becoming sick? Am I delirious? Should I go to scrapbooking tonight? He hasn't thrown up for 10 hours. Is this enough time? Is it really just a cold? Can someone change Henry's diaper for me? Man, he stinks. I am tired. What should I do...? Besides take a nap. I need to get out of here.



Comments:
I only know (thanks to today) what you should NOT do- and that is- shake him. DO NOT SHAKE HIM. He's already special enough. Henry cracks me up, he's like a mini me, boy style.
-Posted by Sarah on Friday, November 09, 2007 - 1:22 PM


The Kudos are for Henners.
-Posted by Sarah on Friday, November 09, 2007 - 1:22 PM


Welcome to the world of having Sarah type children. You just gotta think that soon he will be as great as Sarah is.
-Posted by Brookiemom on Saturday, November 10, 2007 - 9:33 PM

My doctor told me once that since i am a mom, and i get less sleep than anyone in my house, and i clean up all the dirty-irty messes i will BE SICK MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE. AHHH so far that has not happened but when i do get sick MAN DO I GET SICK. it is horrible!. I wash my hands all the time now! fanatical hand-washer. I do not let the kids lay on my pillow when they are sick either.
two weeks ago was sick had a fever, went about life like normal what else am i to do? the doctor told me to go home, go in my room, shut the door and go to sleep. HAHA the man is crazy what does he think the kids will do? play quietly to let mommy get her rest? HAHAHAHAHAHHa
Poor Aaron! not fun to be a sick baby. Poor R. not fun to be a mommy with sick kids. Especially when they cannot make it to the bathroom on their own!
-Posted by Mommy of Many on Friday, November 16, 2007 - 7:48 PM