Our condo still hasn't recovered from Christmas. It looks like Toys R Us threw up all over our living room. There are toys EVERYWHERE. Everything came with small parts and pieces and accessories. And I don't recognize all of them yet so I sometimes can't figure out what goes with which toy to even know how to put it away. And many of the toys don't have homes yet. And the kids like mixing and matching the toys (Barbie is quite good at riding Dylan's tractor truck; the legos almost look like they belong in the ball pit; etc.) so everything is all mixed up.
Do small dolls really need to come with 4 pairs of miniscule shoes? And where is the toy that makes cleaning up part of the game? I'll pay for that.
THEY'RE EVERYWHERE..............
Monday, December 29, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Our Christmas Card
I'd like to say I was trying to save the environment or just trying to be hip, but really we just didn't get around to making and sending Christmas cards this year. So this is what we sent out:
Proud parent moment #4
The first non-sarcastic proud parent moment:
We woke up on Christmas morning to a very bouncy Kelsie who was actually fairly patient while we brushed teeth, started breakfast, woke up Dylan, etc. And when we told her it was finally time to go open presents she said, "The best present of all is this whole family."
We woke up on Christmas morning to a very bouncy Kelsie who was actually fairly patient while we brushed teeth, started breakfast, woke up Dylan, etc. And when we told her it was finally time to go open presents she said, "The best present of all is this whole family."
Our New York Christmas
The kids gave us a pretty awesome Christmas present yesterday morning ... they slept till 9:00am!!!!!!!
The calm before the storm:
And the aftermath:
Kelsie proud of finishing her new puzzle from Grammie and Grampa:
The parents' favorite present from Santa (insert evil laugh):
Then we went to NYC to see the Rockefeller tree and the ice rink at Bryant Park:
It was a nice, relaxing day. We've tried a couple times to clean up, but it's a pretty futile effort. Every time we make progress one of the kids comes along behind us and makes a new mess. I officially give up.
The calm before the storm:
And the aftermath:
Kelsie proud of finishing her new puzzle from Grammie and Grampa:
The parents' favorite present from Santa (insert evil laugh):
Then we went to NYC to see the Rockefeller tree and the ice rink at Bryant Park:
It was a nice, relaxing day. We've tried a couple times to clean up, but it's a pretty futile effort. Every time we make progress one of the kids comes along behind us and makes a new mess. I officially give up.
Supportive little brother
Dylan cheers along with Kelsie as she plays her new game ...
This is one side of Dylan. The other side of him is tackling Kelsie, then dragging her across the floor by her hair and stealing her toys.
This is one side of Dylan. The other side of him is tackling Kelsie, then dragging her across the floor by her hair and stealing her toys.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Proud parent moment #3
The third proud parent moment goes to having such a dainty, polite little girl. This morning at breakfast she burped loudly and then said, "Daddy, you're a booty tooter."
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Proud parent moment #2
It is 10:30am and already I've lost count of how many times today we've said "get your hand out of your pants" and "take your finger out of your nose."
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Proud moments in parenting. Issue #1
I'm stealing an idea from a friend's blog and starting a series. This one will be called Proud Moments in Parenting. Here is the first installment.
Proud moment #1: Kelsie occasionally makes up gibberish words and then gets stuck on them, so she will blurt them out randomly over the course of a few hours or days. Lately she has made up a word that I think is "Booshee." She's very fond of this word and has been periodically shouting it for several days now. And she has gotten Dylan stuck on it too. The problem is, when they shout it it sounds like they're screaming "BULLSHIT!" at the top of their lungs. So, the first proud parent moment goes to having kids screaming "BULLSHIT!" for everyone to hear.
Proud moment #1: Kelsie occasionally makes up gibberish words and then gets stuck on them, so she will blurt them out randomly over the course of a few hours or days. Lately she has made up a word that I think is "Booshee." She's very fond of this word and has been periodically shouting it for several days now. And she has gotten Dylan stuck on it too. The problem is, when they shout it it sounds like they're screaming "BULLSHIT!" at the top of their lungs. So, the first proud parent moment goes to having kids screaming "BULLSHIT!" for everyone to hear.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Another day, another incident report
Brian has a story about when he broke his nose in college. I'm sure I'm misquoting, but the gist of it is that the doctor took a look and said, "I see you broke your nose again," to which Brian responded, "again?" The doctor said it looked like he had probably broken his nose 5 or 6 times. But Brian had no idea.
I think history might repeat itself. Poor Dylan and his nose. This one is from a fall onto a step in the playground today.
Ouch.
I think history might repeat itself. Poor Dylan and his nose. This one is from a fall onto a step in the playground today.
Ouch.
Our Thanksgiving weekend, documented by Kelsie
Kids these days. Kelsie typed her list for Santa this weekend. On the real computer. Our computer, not a play toy computer. Unfortunately she also discovered computer games, so we're already fighting for computer time. And she taught herself to use the digital camera this weekend, which turned out to be a nice way to document the weekend. Here is a random collection of photos from the holiday weekend, mostly by Kelsie.
We started off by making Turkey Cookies. If you look closely you can see some of the cookies are shaped like turkeys (i.e., hand cut-outs). Turns out the turkeys take a really long time to make, so we opted to finish the batch with randomly decorated cookies.
Kelsie's first picture attempt:
Mommy stepped in to catch Brian in all his cookie-eating glory:
Mommy and Dylan comparing tongues. Mine wins the purple prize, thanks to the red wine:
Speaking of purple tongues ...
Mmmmmmm ... turkey ....
Uncle Jaime. (our across-the-street neighbor and friend from Shreveport)
Oh, LSU. How the mighty have fallen. We still proudly use our koozies, though.
She wanted a picture of his foot. So here you have it.
Daddy's gangsta pose.
Self portrait.
Happy Baby D. (A rare smile for the weekend, considering he was sick and teething this weekend.)
Ansel (the cat) and Dylan having a confrontation. This one ended poorly -- Dylan got bit (bitten?).
Kelsie said she didn't use this stuffed animal anymore and it reminded her of Bodhi so she wanted him to have it. She set it next to him while he was napping.
It's torture having to wait for that pizza:
And in closing, here is our precious daughter showing me a boo-boo on her middle finger:
This is a drastically edited version of her photos. I deleted over 100, and kept a handful of others that probably aren't worth posting here. She took individual pictures of every stuffed animal in the house. Kind of fun to see the world through her eyes, though. Maybe she has a future as a photographer.
We started off by making Turkey Cookies. If you look closely you can see some of the cookies are shaped like turkeys (i.e., hand cut-outs). Turns out the turkeys take a really long time to make, so we opted to finish the batch with randomly decorated cookies.
Kelsie's first picture attempt:
Mommy stepped in to catch Brian in all his cookie-eating glory:
Mommy and Dylan comparing tongues. Mine wins the purple prize, thanks to the red wine:
Speaking of purple tongues ...
Mmmmmmm ... turkey ....
Uncle Jaime. (our across-the-street neighbor and friend from Shreveport)
Oh, LSU. How the mighty have fallen. We still proudly use our koozies, though.
She wanted a picture of his foot. So here you have it.
Daddy's gangsta pose.
Self portrait.
Happy Baby D. (A rare smile for the weekend, considering he was sick and teething this weekend.)
Ansel (the cat) and Dylan having a confrontation. This one ended poorly -- Dylan got bit (bitten?).
Kelsie said she didn't use this stuffed animal anymore and it reminded her of Bodhi so she wanted him to have it. She set it next to him while he was napping.
It's torture having to wait for that pizza:
And in closing, here is our precious daughter showing me a boo-boo on her middle finger:
This is a drastically edited version of her photos. I deleted over 100, and kept a handful of others that probably aren't worth posting here. She took individual pictures of every stuffed animal in the house. Kind of fun to see the world through her eyes, though. Maybe she has a future as a photographer.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
And more Kelsie-isms
* "I have a favor to ask you: I don't need any help reading this book. I read the whole thing yesterday. That's my favor to ask."
* "It's my bottom, but I call it my butt because that's funnier."
* "Our house is an enchanted house. I'm very impressed."
* "I'm thankful for when Dylan gives me hugs."
* "I need to earn some more money. So I'm going to take some money out of my bank and put it in my wallet."
* "Mommy, if you write me a letter I'll give you some of my money. Then you can go to the store and buy me some of that Scooby Doo cheese."
* "It's my bottom, but I call it my butt because that's funnier."
* "Our house is an enchanted house. I'm very impressed."
* "I'm thankful for when Dylan gives me hugs."
* "I need to earn some more money. So I'm going to take some money out of my bank and put it in my wallet."
* "Mommy, if you write me a letter I'll give you some of my money. Then you can go to the store and buy me some of that Scooby Doo cheese."
Friday, November 7, 2008
Knock on wood
I hope I'm not jinxing us by saying this, but I cannot believe we haven't had to take Dylan to the emergency room yet. He hurts himself ALL THE TIME. Last night he threw himself over the side of the couch (we're still not sure if it was intentional) and went head first onto a wooden stool. Wound up with a big goose egg on his forehead and a nasty bruise on his shoulder.
Last weekend at the kids museum he fell as we were entering the museum and hit his head pretty hard on the ticket desk. Then a few minutes later he fell face-first off a step and got a bloody nose. A staff member even commented on how much he was getting hurt. Slightly embarrassing.
And his incident report folder at school is the size of an encyclopedia. He recently got 3 incident reports in 2 days. That's gotta be a record.
Here are a couple of his bloody noses. And if you look closely enough at the museum picture of him using the computer mouse as a phone, you can see some remnants of that bloody nose. (is it weird that I am documenting all of this?)
Are all boys like this? He has no fear. Good thing he's tough.
Last weekend at the kids museum he fell as we were entering the museum and hit his head pretty hard on the ticket desk. Then a few minutes later he fell face-first off a step and got a bloody nose. A staff member even commented on how much he was getting hurt. Slightly embarrassing.
And his incident report folder at school is the size of an encyclopedia. He recently got 3 incident reports in 2 days. That's gotta be a record.
Here are a couple of his bloody noses. And if you look closely enough at the museum picture of him using the computer mouse as a phone, you can see some remnants of that bloody nose. (is it weird that I am documenting all of this?)
Are all boys like this? He has no fear. Good thing he's tough.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Kids Museum
We took the kids to a children's museum in Florham Park, NJ, to burn off some of their Halloween candy energy.
Pretend news room. You can't really see it, but the TV above her is showing her "reporting."
Hard at work on the computer:
Dylan, on the other hand, has only been exposed to our laptop and has never seen a mouse. He thought it was a phone:
Brian is so proud. Dylan did NOT want to take that tutu off.
Harley family:
And in a severe lapse of judgment, we thought that painting the fence would be a fun family activity. We underestimated the Dylan factor.
Pretend news room. You can't really see it, but the TV above her is showing her "reporting."
Hard at work on the computer:
Dylan, on the other hand, has only been exposed to our laptop and has never seen a mouse. He thought it was a phone:
Brian is so proud. Dylan did NOT want to take that tutu off.
Harley family:
And in a severe lapse of judgment, we thought that painting the fence would be a fun family activity. We underestimated the Dylan factor.
Halloween, part 2
Kelsie's school had a cute Halloween party. Then we went to Hoboken where they have a Halloween parade that anyone can march in (having been to Mardi Gras, Kelsie was underwhelmed) and all the stores and restaurants pass out candy for trick or treaters. Also trick or treated at some of the gazillion dollar brownstone houses to see how the other half lives (for the record, they sit on their stoops sipping wine and passing out candy with their doors and windows open so we can peek in and gawk at their amazing 3-story homes).
The mini-parade in the school:
Don't. Touch. My. Cookie.
Making her treat bag:
We changed Dylan from Superman into a cow. The Superman outfit kept riding up his legs, and we still don't know what happened to the cape. When you ask him what the cow says, he proudly answers "MEOW!" In fairness, he thinks every animal says meow.
The mini-parade in the school:
Don't. Touch. My. Cookie.
Making her treat bag:
We changed Dylan from Superman into a cow. The Superman outfit kept riding up his legs, and we still don't know what happened to the cape. When you ask him what the cow says, he proudly answers "MEOW!" In fairness, he thinks every animal says meow.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Halloween, part 1
We sent the kids off to school in their costumes this morning. Kelsie announced months ago that she was going to be Snow White. For Dylan, well, Superman just seemed fitting. He has already outgrown the outfit, though, so he may have a wardrobe change before our Halloween parade and trick-or-treating this afternoon.
Dylan had his own interpretation of Superman:
This is at the Hoboken Fall Festival last weekend. It's a pretty good visual of the differences between the two kids. Kelsie is being incredibly meticulous to make sure every speck of pumpkin is covered with paint. Dylan, on the other hand, is barely aware of his pumpkin because he's too busy painting himself, the paint cups, the ground, Kelsie's hair, and of course, Mommy. Notice how he's gripping the paint brush by the bristles.
These have nothing to do with Halloween, but I just thought they were cute pics of our little streaker.
Showing off his cookie face:
Dylan had his own interpretation of Superman:
This is at the Hoboken Fall Festival last weekend. It's a pretty good visual of the differences between the two kids. Kelsie is being incredibly meticulous to make sure every speck of pumpkin is covered with paint. Dylan, on the other hand, is barely aware of his pumpkin because he's too busy painting himself, the paint cups, the ground, Kelsie's hair, and of course, Mommy. Notice how he's gripping the paint brush by the bristles.
These have nothing to do with Halloween, but I just thought they were cute pics of our little streaker.
Showing off his cookie face:
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The kid's got talent
The other night after Dylan was done eating he threw the remainder of his food, as usual.
That's his pizza in my wine glass.
The kid can aim. And he can throw pretty far. And hard. And he tackles his big sister. And he's fast. And he can already balance on one foot (Kelsie still can't do that!). Odds are good that he'll be an athlete.
As a mom I don't want to point out my kids' ... ummmm ... areas for improvement, so I'll put it this way -- Kelsie's strength is her intelligence rather than physical coordination. So does Dylan's physical ability mean he's gonna be dumb??
UPDATE: A couple days after this pizza-in-the-wine incident, Dylan threw his biscuit into my coffee cup while we were eating breakfast. This may not be a fluke.
That's his pizza in my wine glass.
The kid can aim. And he can throw pretty far. And hard. And he tackles his big sister. And he's fast. And he can already balance on one foot (Kelsie still can't do that!). Odds are good that he'll be an athlete.
As a mom I don't want to point out my kids' ... ummmm ... areas for improvement, so I'll put it this way -- Kelsie's strength is her intelligence rather than physical coordination. So does Dylan's physical ability mean he's gonna be dumb??
UPDATE: A couple days after this pizza-in-the-wine incident, Dylan threw his biscuit into my coffee cup while we were eating breakfast. This may not be a fluke.
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