My predictions:
Renee...girl
Sarah...boy
Shelley...cheat! girl!
Heather...boy
Melinda...boy
Even numbers of boys & girls for 2008?
Monday, June 30, 2008
So big, so fast!
The next summer baby has come along...Jolee's little girl Ava! She is so wee...so beefcake Marshall looks even bigger! What a year for babes...Marshall is only 8 weeks old, and there were still 2 babies younger at Easton's 1st birthday party! :)
My predictions:
Renee...girl
Sarah...boy
Shelley...cheat! girl!
Heather...boy
Melinda...boy
Even numbers of boys & girls for 2008?
My predictions:
Renee...girl
Sarah...boy
Shelley...cheat! girl!
Heather...boy
Melinda...boy
Even numbers of boys & girls for 2008?
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
New Emotions
It's bathtime, Benson has his shirt off, pants & diaper still on. (Yes, I said diaper. Yes he's almost 3. Shhh.) He's playing in the water from the outside.
"Benson! Stop dilly-daddling and get your clothes off and in the bath!"
"Mom! I'm too shy!"
This is hilarious! Previously, we have only identified the following emotions:
Very hungry
Very sad
Not very tired
Very happy (and often, very very happy. yay!)
Now we can add "shy" to the list, and once again I can only wonder where it came from!
"Benson! Stop dilly-daddling and get your clothes off and in the bath!"
"Mom! I'm too shy!"
This is hilarious! Previously, we have only identified the following emotions:
Very hungry
Very sad
Not very tired
Very happy (and often, very very happy. yay!)
Now we can add "shy" to the list, and once again I can only wonder where it came from!
Friday, June 13, 2008
Dilly daddle = effing around
One of our biggest detractors to an orderly life is...dilly-daddling. As in, "Benson! Stop dilly-daddling around and [insert instruction here]"
It may be a word I made up. In my youth, it was called dawdling. And we all came up with excuses to counter the accusation. And now my child is doing the same. Just like momma.
I find him on the floor, playing with his cars. I'm yelling, "Come ON, let's go! Stop dilly-daddling and get your shoes on!"
He continues playing with his cars, shouts "I'm coming, mom!" - but clearly has no intention of actually getting up or stopping his dilly-daddling, until I walk right up to him and repeat instruction, shoes in hand.
Later, I am looking up something on the computer, whether it's passport registration, where my UCCB is at, preschools (I'm too late), or what-have-you. Benson wants to go downstairs and watch a movie. He calls me from downstairs and I hear the tell-tale static of remote control-gone-wrong. "I'm coming," I shout, though I have not moved a muscle, and won't for another 3 or 4 minutes.
A-ha moment (Oprah, your cheque's in the mail)...I wonder if he even knows what that means, since he obviously hears and sees me say it all the time, just to buy a few seconds!
It may be a word I made up. In my youth, it was called dawdling. And we all came up with excuses to counter the accusation. And now my child is doing the same. Just like momma.
I find him on the floor, playing with his cars. I'm yelling, "Come ON, let's go! Stop dilly-daddling and get your shoes on!"
He continues playing with his cars, shouts "I'm coming, mom!" - but clearly has no intention of actually getting up or stopping his dilly-daddling, until I walk right up to him and repeat instruction, shoes in hand.
Later, I am looking up something on the computer, whether it's passport registration, where my UCCB is at, preschools (I'm too late), or what-have-you. Benson wants to go downstairs and watch a movie. He calls me from downstairs and I hear the tell-tale static of remote control-gone-wrong. "I'm coming," I shout, though I have not moved a muscle, and won't for another 3 or 4 minutes.
A-ha moment (Oprah, your cheque's in the mail)...I wonder if he even knows what that means, since he obviously hears and sees me say it all the time, just to buy a few seconds!
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