Saturday, December 27, 2014
One of Evie's new favorite pastimes is telling jokes. If a conversation dies or a room is too quiet, she'll undoubtedly step in and fill the silence. Here are some of her best knock-knock jokes (along with a few photos that have nothing to do with jokes, but I think they're cute and want to show them to you):
Don't cry—it's just a joke!
A little old lady.
A little old lady who?
I didn't know you could yodel!
And, her top jokes of a different variety:
Why did the boy throw butter out the window?
Because he wanted to see butter fly!
Why did the chicken cross the road?
To show the possum it could be done!
Why do cows wear bells?
Because their horns don't work!
Two monkeys were going to take a bath. The first monkey dipped his toe in and said, "Oo-oo! Ee-ee! Ah-ah!" And the second monkey said, "Just add some cold water, silly!"
I had to write those down because I never want to forget them—or anything else about this really fun three-year-old stage. I think it's my favorite yet.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Thursday, August 21, 2014
today, my little goofball is six months and 16 days old. he loves sticking out his tongue. he's fascinated by his sister—her singing, dancing, eating, playing, crying, everything. he wakes up happy every morning. from his crib, he looks up at me with a smile so big it turns into a laugh before i can even say good morning. sometimes he grabs my face, pulls it toward his big open mouth and slobbers all over my chin and cheeks: his version of a kiss. if i were covered in that kind of slobber all day, i'd be a truly happy woman.
the kid is eager to get crawling. he won't sit still while i read him a book (he'd rather eat the book than listen to it). he's learned that "coughing" gets mommy's attention, and that when he drops something off of his highchair or changing table, mommy will pick it up.
before i put him to bed for the night, i sing him a lullaby. he won't listen to me read a book, but he'll listen to me sing. i'll sing to him until he's old enough to tell me he doesn't want me to sing to him anymore. (i know it'll happen, just like it did with his sister.)
bless this little boy for being so cheerful, for sleeping so well and for bringing us so much joy and purpose. how can it be that just six months ago, i was overrun with guilt because i didn't know how i would ever love this little person as much as i love my firstborn? oh, how my heart has grown since then. it's grown exponentially, in a way i never thought possible. it is so full, and life is so good.
Monday, April 21, 2014
I had been looking forward to Easter Sunday for weeks. In the days leading up to it, I bought gifts for everyone's Easter baskets, picked out the kids' and my outfits, and dyed eggs with Evie. We had two parties to attend that day—Jeff's family's in the morning and mine in the evening. I looked forward to the mimosa (and adult conversation!) I'd have with brunch, and to watching my little cousins and daughter hunt for Easter eggs.
When Easter Sunday arrived, I was so caught up in our outfits and the Easter bunny and our hectic schedule (did I mention we went to two parties?) that I didn't even stop to acknowledge the true meaning of the day—what Easter is really about.
I grew up going to church every now and then, but by high school, sports and a packed social calendar took priority. I've always believed in a higher power, but I don't know him—or it—at all. I have no relationship with him (it? Her?). Because of that, I don't really know how to introduce my kids to religion. Eventually I'd like them to hear bible stories and attend church, but I want them to make their own decisions about what to believe and how to incorporate their learnings or beliefs into their everyday lives.
On Sunday, after the last eggs had been found, after I realized I hadn't reflected on the true meaning of Easter, I read this. (It's basically the Cliffs Notes version of the resurrection of Jesus Christ.) Maybe next I'll find some kids' books of bible stories for Evie and Maddox. Someday they'll need to know there's more to Easter and Christmas than candy and presents!
Friday, April 18, 2014
as a kid, i loved dying easter eggs with my mom and sisters, and we have plenty of home videos to prove it. my favorite video is of six-year-old me telling my four-year-old sister that her eggs hadn't been in the dye long enough. i told her to make sure her eggs were nice and bright before removing them from the dye and placing them—gently! slowly!—back into the egg carton to dry. when she'd remove her eggs from the cups of brightly colored vinegar (after they'd been soaking long enough, according to me), i'd snatch them from her little hands and put them in the egg carton myself. i was such an annoying (yet very cool) big sister!
this year i was excited to dye eggs with evie, but i promised myself not to boss her around like i did my sister so many years ago. i let evie do her thing while i snapped photos. (a huge thank you to my mother-in-law for all her help! she played with maddox and made sure evie didn't drink the cups of vinegar, among other things. evie thought the vinegar smelled yummy. weird kid.) the little munchkin did great—we ended up with just one cracked egg.
happy easter, friends!
^^maddox doesn't get what all the fuss is about. they're just eggs.^^