Brevan has not been a fun kid to potty train. We decided he needed a bribe. He saw this bouncy Thomas and he really wanted it. It was $20 so we thought that was reasonable. We told him that he could have it as soon as he was potty trained. As soon a we thought he was at a good place we looked online and the thing had gone up to $39! We couldn't back out and so we bought it.
Dixon Delights
Saturday, April 14, 2012
The Potty Train
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Outlets
"Said Miss Clevel it seems to me, he needs an outlet for his energy. A chest of tools might be attractive, for a little boy who is very active."
-Ludwig Bemelmans
My kids are always in need of a way to get out their energy. They all have different ways that I find work the best for them.
Friday, February 3, 2012
I scream, you scream!
Ice cream is one of those things that I have a love/hate relationship with. I love to eat it, and I hate to clean it off of kids. My kids all go through a head-napkin stage where they think that their head is a napkin. They get their hands as messy as possible and smear it all over in their hair. Sometimes I think it is done deliberately to try and get a bath. The worst is noodles, especially in red sauce, followed by ice cream. Luckily the boys are out of the hair-napkin stage and Isabelle only does it occasionally now. That doesn't mean that they always find their mouth though.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Packing peanut fun
I got a package in the mail the other say. It was HUGE! Once it was open it was mostly packing peanuts. The kids had a great time throwing them around and making a huge mess. We cleaned it up but we didn't throw them away. Today they wanted to play in them again. I wasn't in the mood to clean that up again so I had a great idea! We could make pictures out of the messy little things. I got out some paper and had all of the kids sit down. I quickly glued on a Christmas tree. Xander said that it didn't look like a Christmas tree, it looked like a crazy thing.
His is better because it only has one pink link. I'm not sure how one even got on there.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Brotherly Love
Sometimes I am a calm person. I tried but failed. At the exit we stopped for the light and I turned to him and said, "Fine get out!" he said, "Okay." He tried to get out. Then I told him, "Don't you unbuckle that seat belt!" Well, suddenly a loud sobbing came from the back seat. Xander was very upset and cried, "Brevan is little and he doesn't know how to get home. There are lots of cars and I would miss him!" I told him I would never make Brevan walk and then I started to cry.
Lots of crying went on for the rest of the ride. Crying and still the screams of, "Let me walk!" When we got home home I gave Xander a hug and he cried more and said, "I love Brevan and I would miss him! Don't you ever say that to anyone again." I told him I wouldn't and then I kept randomly crying the rest of the day. Why was I crying? Three reasons.
1. I scared Xander and I felt bad.
2. I'm pregnant
3. MY KIDS LOVE EACH OTHER!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Ladybug birthday bash
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The horrible thing in the kitchen
When we first moved into our house there were millions of things that needed to be changed or replaced. Millions is probably an exaggeration, but not by much. There were two things that stood out to me as the most horrible and I thought they should be first on the list of things to go. The first were the huge ugly trees growing out of the middle of the wall and over the roof, and the second was the hideously ugly oven. When I started to use the oven it became more apparent that the monstrosity had to go. If a cake said to bake for 35 minutes, in this oven it was burned on the bottom in 15. Even if it wasn't defective the thing is so ugly!
Fast forward to four years later and our house looks completely different. We redid most of the inside and outside, spending countless hours and money on home repairs. Oddly enough the only things managing to survive our renovation were the grotesque trees and the oven!
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