Moment of the Day

Last Thursday, Tyler had a rough day at school, to say the least. I guess when you're three and you really, really, really wanted to be the line leader, it makes sense to hit your teacher when you don't get the coveted role. He has NEVER done anything close to this, aside from hitting his brother. And I think that just comes with the territory.

Needless to say, Brian and I were mortified and each had extensive conversations with him about respecting our teachers and not using our hands to hurt people. So, this morning, when he made his return to school after a sick day Tuesday, he again got a stern warning from Daddy about respecting his teachers.

When Brian got home from work, Tyler ran shrieking from his bedroom, "Daddy! Daaaaaaddy! Daddy!" And, as he ran into Brian's arms, he proudly announced, "Daddy! I didn't hit my teacher today!"

We aim high here, folks.

Sick Day Snuggles

Day Three of The Cough.

But at least he's got a cute little friend to snuggle with.


And playing Playstation while wearing your cozy "feeties" doesn't hurt either.

The Slippery Slope I Just Ain't Ready to Tackle

Tyler just came crying to me, saying Noah had hurt his weiner.

So, I calmly called Noah over and explained that, not only is it not nice to hurt his brother, but it's especially dangerous to hurt his weiner. I thought I was rolling along as smoothly as possible, considering the topic.

Until he asked me the age-old question.

"Why?"

And the best I could come up with was, "Because he'll need it someday."

And then I prayed that would be the end of that.

Lord, have mercy.

An Aboriginal Nightmare

With the return of Amazing Race and American Idol, we have watched very little of the winter Olympics. We've seen snippets of downhill racing and we witnessed the end of the hockey game when the U.S. beat Canada (USA! USA!). However, trying to convince Brian to watch ice skating should be an Olympic event in itself.

After much wailing and gnashing of teeth on his part, I finally got him to watch some of the ice dancing.

It began well enough. Unfortunately, as soon as these two Russian skaters appeared on t.v., I knew my case was forever lost.

And then they did this.

This didn't help my case.

And this sealed the deal.

Tyler "Reads" A Bedtime Story

This little video makes me so happy. My boy likes to read!



Big brother thought he needed some guidance. I think Noah may have a career in teaching just like his daddy someday.

Incidentally, Tyler keeps sticking his tongue behind his upper lip because he had just had his upper labial frenulum (yes, I looked that up) torn by the box Noah threw at him. And the bandage on his right wrist is for the 3rd degree burn he got when he tried to reach for some brownies straight out of the oven. Thank goodness his black eye from falling/being helped out of the bunkbed by Noah finally cleared up or y'all might call CPS on us. Good gracious, these things called boys.

Guest Posted Elsewhere. I Am Still Alive.

Someday I'll make time to write here.

But, for now, I blogged over at Stitches today.

Holy cow, I am a wordy woman.

"There's No Balls Here."

So, we have another little baby on the way.

To say I'm just a little excited is like saying Tiger Woods likes women.

Someday I'll be ashamed I used a Tiger reference in this blog about my little baby.

I am beyond cloud nine in excitment. Something about that second baby taught me I really can love more than one. And, I'm so thankful he did. I feel like I relish this pregnancy so much more because I know the love that is coming.

So, here is the first time we got to "meet" Baby E.



I wonder if Tyler's statement at the 35 second mark is prophetic.

He was, of course, talking about some toy in the room with us. Or maybe he went all prophet on us and we have a little girl coming our way.

God help me. I have no idea how to fix little girl hair. I can barely manage little boy hair.

We had decided to keep the boys in the dark about what was happening. It would be a few weeks before we made this news public. So, though the sonographer says it's my heartbeat, it's actually the baby's. 168 and strong. Such a beautiful sound!

When we finally showed the boys the sonogram, Tyler declared it a rock in my tummy. I think they get it now. While we still enjoy a good wrestling session, they are so much more careful with me whenI remind them. Noah is hoping for another brother while Tyler wants a sister. I'm guessing one of them will be right.

As for me, yes, it would be fun to have some pink around the house. But, I do love my boys and I am honored that I get to raise them. Mostly, I am just trying to enjoy every bit of this pregnancy because it's likely my last. Every mommy mainly wants a healthy baby. I'm 16 weeks along. I can't wait to feel it swimming around in there.

March 2nd - the big day! Baby will, hopefully, cooperate for the sonogram. We'll see if, indeed, there's no balls here.

Noah Bikes and Brian Curls

I'm going through some files and finding videos and pictures I never blogged about, but meant to. Thus, the recent postings from DECEMBER. From last September, I dug up this little treasure.



I love his concentration. And his laugh.

And, it's nice that he was barely five and unable to point out that I had a "whole street to stand on" when I told him he had a "whole street" to ride on.

As for Brian, if teaching doesn't work out, maybe he'll give Olympic curling a try. I think he has natural form. I love a man who curls.

I treasure these sweet moments.