Thursday, May 30, 2013
The first day the baby did not get a nap. I asked him if he wanted to take a nap, and he said no. So I called Dan and we discussed it, and he said to just put him in the pack and play, shut the door and he'd sleep.
So I found the baby again and told him it was rest time, and he had his special polka dot blanket, and we'd done the milk and the story, so I took him to the little crib and put him in it.
Okay, he hadn't cried one tear all day until he was placed in there, and by the time I was over to the door he was wailing so intensely no sound was coming out of him.
I ran back and snatched him out of there. Good LOR-ed, no. My heart cannot handle that. We cuddled for a while and he slept in my arms a bit.
But today he fell sound asleep in my arms and could be slid over onto the couch where he had a decent, real nap.
She raids her diaper bag every day and tries on clothes. She wiped her nose on one clean shirt, looked at it and said, "Oops, buggers," and threw it to the side.
The baby's hair floats around his head like a fluffy halo.
Because then you have to get rinsed off with the hose.
And late this afternoon that guy in the green shirt had to go potty, so he peed on a tree. Well then she had to also pee on the tree. They both also managed to pee on themselves a little bit.
So then we had the two of them in the yard in that state of undress while the aunties ran inside to find more clothes.
I thought, "Where are your parents?"
Soon they were here, and they took their wild babies home.
love you crazy squirrels SO MUCH, Gramma
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
I see this in real estate all the time. People decorate with their children's names on the wall. It's nice, but we've never done it. We tend not to have great walls for this kind of thing, slanted ceilings in the upstairs bedrooms and odd window placements. Plus I'm not very good at Pottery Barn decorating. I like it when someone else does it, but am lost on my own.
Yep, my squirrels are going to grow up.
But not today. They're out in the kitchen making sponge cake and whipped cream desserts right now--no idea why, but that's okay. There's no wrong time for eating those.
Happy Tuesday. love you kids forever, MOM
The kids staged this fight in the car.
Wish I could have been there too.
Friday, May 24, 2013
Dannell did mention this a few weeks ago, but it was lost in the sea of details around here
I said, "When is it?
"I will be there."
Then I went and told my friends that I'd have to be up and on the road for Wisconsin in the morning by 7:30. They laughed and moaned, and we bucked up and did it and it was GREAT.
The church service was fun, especially with p.j. rolling all over the place, kicking it up. (She was funny, but by an hour, we were all getting tired of ways to keep her quiet.)
Here he is singing. They were beautiful. My guy is third from the left.
I could hear John's voice during the prayers and see Dannell across the room with her class.
And there were some young squirrels in the pew beside me.
Julia lost more teeth today. Her mouth is currently a hideous mess, teeth popped out, others half grown.
She's a little discouraged about it: "Look at my mouth!"
Last week at the lake someone mentioned how slow an eater she is.
Well, she has hardly any teeth at this point.
We are not worried. This will all work out. John was once a young squirrel too in church rolling around with his shirt bunched up, but not anymore.
Life is nothing but good. love you all, MOM
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Okay, this is a sight I didn't want to see: Him, way up in a tree. He's trying to figure out how to get a branch down that's hung up on other branches. Nobody wants that to come falling down later on a car or a person.
It took a little fiddling around, but they did get it.
Kari made some workbooks for them.
Why is she there?
It's a dark, rainy Tuesday, and I wish we were all at the lake eating salsa. love, Mom