This picture is from our Memorial Day weekend BBQ. I would like to say this was a totally alcohol induced injury but it involved Evan jumping into his head in the pool. Looks like he is scary bloody guy, eh?!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Jon's Party Foul
This picture is from our Memorial Day weekend BBQ. I would like to say this was a totally alcohol induced injury but it involved Evan jumping into his head in the pool. Looks like he is scary bloody guy, eh?!
A Busy Week!
Grandma and Papa left this week but we resumed with our busy schedule because as we all know busy boys are happy boys!;)
My camera has been out of commission all week but it is back to working status so I will have more pics this coming week.
On Thursday we went to Luke's Little Gym class and got Grandma to the airport, we met our friends Ms. Ivana and Rigel at the Arboretum for some splashing and fun. Rigel is in Evan's class and he and his parents (Ivana and Manuel) moved here last summer from France but they are originally from Rome and Spain. The boys really enjoyed themselves and Luke had fun trying keep up!
Friday we met Ms. Carla, Ms. Holly, Henry and Parker....Leo was at school...at Arbor Hills for playing and lunch.
Daddy left for a long trip today and won't be home till Thursday night. It is hard for the boys when he is gone for so long and especially hard when he leaves on a weekend. We hung out here and played and then ate with Ivana and Rigel. She made an out of this world tomato sauce with black olives and tuna. The boys had ice cream and we had espresso....made me long to visit Italy again. It was a lovely way to spend the day!
The boys and I have horrible allergies...the cottonwood is literally floating around here right now! I ran 9.5 miles yesterday and was choking on it. Good thing my support vehicle helped me...the boys and Jon meet up with me to bring water! Too cute!
Luke's vocabulary is expanding daily. Grandma and I made a list for fun and we got close to 100 words just off the top of our heads. He walked up to me on Thursday while I was sitting outside before dinner and pointed to my beer and said..."Me, beer!"
My camera has been out of commission all week but it is back to working status so I will have more pics this coming week.
On Thursday we went to Luke's Little Gym class and got Grandma to the airport, we met our friends Ms. Ivana and Rigel at the Arboretum for some splashing and fun. Rigel is in Evan's class and he and his parents (Ivana and Manuel) moved here last summer from France but they are originally from Rome and Spain. The boys really enjoyed themselves and Luke had fun trying keep up!
Friday we met Ms. Carla, Ms. Holly, Henry and Parker....Leo was at school...at Arbor Hills for playing and lunch.
Daddy left for a long trip today and won't be home till Thursday night. It is hard for the boys when he is gone for so long and especially hard when he leaves on a weekend. We hung out here and played and then ate with Ivana and Rigel. She made an out of this world tomato sauce with black olives and tuna. The boys had ice cream and we had espresso....made me long to visit Italy again. It was a lovely way to spend the day!
The boys and I have horrible allergies...the cottonwood is literally floating around here right now! I ran 9.5 miles yesterday and was choking on it. Good thing my support vehicle helped me...the boys and Jon meet up with me to bring water! Too cute!
Luke's vocabulary is expanding daily. Grandma and I made a list for fun and we got close to 100 words just off the top of our heads. He walked up to me on Thursday while I was sitting outside before dinner and pointed to my beer and said..."Me, beer!"
Sunday, May 24, 2009
A fun night with friends
We had some good gfriends over Saturday night for a little patio boozing, food on the grill and amusing conversation! The kids and adults seemed to have a great time. Jon had a party foul when Evan jumped into the pool and hit his jaw on Jon's head, opening up a pretty good gash! POTUS seems like he is going to recover. He enlisted his Go-Go Gadget skin healing powers!;)This was Luke's coming out party....he hung out at the big kids table and was VERY proud of himself!
Parker seemed to tolerate the boys....I think secretly she knows how much smarter she is and she is secretly giggling inside.
Aren't the happy couples cute?
I will post a picture of Jon's blood head when I get one from Carla!
Papa Joins the Party!
Papa arrived on Friday, ready for a fun weekend with the boys! We did lots of swimming and playing and we had to show Papa everything we love to do: puddles, bugs, dirt, lizards, the works!
Grandma comes to town!
Grandma is in town for a week long visit...Papa is coming for the Memorial Day weekend. The boys had a great time showing her all their stuff. Luke was a little unsure at first because he hasn't seen her since November but he warmed up very quickly!
We took Grandma to a few of our favorite parks, the Purple Cow and of course we had play forever in the backyard! Grandma also took us to Lakeshore Learning to buy the boys lots of fun stuff...including a deluxe bug habitat, as that is the boys favorite thing to do as of late!
Evan and His "Exercise"
I have been doing Pilates videos in the afternoons when Luke naps and Evan tries to join me, but he says it is just a "little bit" too hard for him. I got him his won yoga mat and a kids yoga video so he could have his own workout time. It is pretty cute! Luke got in on this exercise session!;)
Thursday, May 14, 2009
On Mother's Day...
So it isn't actually Mother's Day...Jon has been gone all week so I have been a tad bit busy.
I had a pretty good Mother's Day, tried to go out to eat but Luke made it sort of, well interesting! Evan made me a very pretty little box at school and I did a little shopping for myself for some shorts for the summer.
I told POTUS...aka Jon...that a card from the kids may be lovely for next year, but I don't want to get voted most high maintenance wife in the office pool.;)
Anyhoo, Mother's Day always reminds me how much my life has changed now that I am a mama to 2 of the most amusing little people I know. No matter how tough it gets, these little guys fill my heart with love and provide lots of comic relief.
Here is one of my favorite mommy essays by one of my favorite authors Anna Quindlen. I really think she gets it and I hope when its all said and done, I can make also make sure everyone is able to go the bathroom without any assistance from me!;)
Anna Quindlen
All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief. I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost-adults, two taller than I am, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than I like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets and move food from plate to mouth all by themselves. Like the trick soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the unreliable haze of the past. Everything in all the books I once poured over is finished for me now. Penelope Leach., T. Berry Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early-childhood education, have all grown obsolete. Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you flipped the pages dust would rise like memories. What those books taught me, finally, and what the women on the playground taught me, and the well-meaning relations --what they taught me, was that they couldn't really teach me very much at all. Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds well to positive reinforcement, another can be managed only with a stern voice and a timeout. One child is toilet trained at 3, his sibling at 2. When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of research on sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow. I remember 15 years ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton's wonderful books on child development, in which he describes three different sorts of infants: average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an 18-month old who did not walk. Was there some thing wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China . Next year he goes to college. He can talk just fine. He can walk, too.Every part of raising children is humbling, too. Believe me, mistakes were made. They have all been enshrined in the, 'Remember-When- Mom-Did Hall of Fame.' The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language, mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed. The times I arrived late for preschool pick up. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I responded, 'What did you get wrong?'. (She insisted I include that.) The time I ordered food at the McDonald's drive-through speaker and then drove away without picking it up from the window. (They all insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to watch the Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was I thinking? But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get onto the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less. Even today I'm not sure what worked and what didn't, what was me and what was simply life. When they were very small, I suppose I thought someday they would become who they were because of what I'd done. Now I suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be. The books said to be relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over the top. And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I like best in the world, who have done more than anyone to excavate my essential humanity. That's what the books never told me. I was bound and determined to learn from the experts. It just took me a while to figure out who the experts were.
I had a pretty good Mother's Day, tried to go out to eat but Luke made it sort of, well interesting! Evan made me a very pretty little box at school and I did a little shopping for myself for some shorts for the summer.
I told POTUS...aka Jon...that a card from the kids may be lovely for next year, but I don't want to get voted most high maintenance wife in the office pool.;)
Anyhoo, Mother's Day always reminds me how much my life has changed now that I am a mama to 2 of the most amusing little people I know. No matter how tough it gets, these little guys fill my heart with love and provide lots of comic relief.
Here is one of my favorite mommy essays by one of my favorite authors Anna Quindlen. I really think she gets it and I hope when its all said and done, I can make also make sure everyone is able to go the bathroom without any assistance from me!;)
Anna Quindlen
All my babies are gone now. I say this not in sorrow but in disbelief. I take great satisfaction in what I have today: three almost-adults, two taller than I am, one closing in fast. Three people who read the same books I do and have learned not to be afraid of disagreeing with me in their opinion of them, who sometimes tell vulgar jokes that make me laugh until I choke and cry, who need razor blades and shower gel and privacy, who want to keep their doors closed more than I like. Who, miraculously, go to the bathroom, zip up their jackets and move food from plate to mouth all by themselves. Like the trick soap I bought for the bathroom with a rubber ducky at its center, the baby is buried deep within each, barely discernible except through the unreliable haze of the past. Everything in all the books I once poured over is finished for me now. Penelope Leach., T. Berry Brazelton., Dr. Spock. The ones on sibling rivalry and sleeping through the night and early-childhood education, have all grown obsolete. Along with Goodnight Moon and Where the Wild Things Are, they are battered, spotted, well used. But I suspect that if you flipped the pages dust would rise like memories. What those books taught me, finally, and what the women on the playground taught me, and the well-meaning relations --what they taught me, was that they couldn't really teach me very much at all. Raising children is presented at first as a true-false test, then becomes multiple choice, until finally, far along, you realize that it is an endless essay. No one knows anything. One child responds well to positive reinforcement, another can be managed only with a stern voice and a timeout. One child is toilet trained at 3, his sibling at 2. When my first child was born, parents were told to put baby to bed on his belly so that he would not choke on his own spit-up. By the time my last arrived, babies were put down on their backs because of research on sudden infant death syndrome. To a new parent this ever-shifting certainty is terrifying, and then soothing. Eventually you must learn to trust yourself. Eventually the research will follow. I remember 15 years ago poring over one of Dr. Brazelton's wonderful books on child development, in which he describes three different sorts of infants: average, quiet, and active. I was looking for a sub-quiet codicil for an 18-month old who did not walk. Was there some thing wrong with his fat little legs? Was there something wrong with his tiny little mind? Was he developmentally delayed, physically challenged? Was I insane? Last year he went to China . Next year he goes to college. He can talk just fine. He can walk, too.Every part of raising children is humbling, too. Believe me, mistakes were made. They have all been enshrined in the, 'Remember-When- Mom-Did Hall of Fame.' The outbursts, the temper tantrums, the bad language, mine, not theirs. The times the baby fell off the bed. The times I arrived late for preschool pick up. The nightmare sleepover. The horrible summer camp. The day when the youngest came barreling out of the classroom with a 98 on her geography test, and I responded, 'What did you get wrong?'. (She insisted I include that.) The time I ordered food at the McDonald's drive-through speaker and then drove away without picking it up from the window. (They all insisted I include that.) I did not allow them to watch the Simpsons for the first two seasons. What was I thinking? But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get onto the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less. Even today I'm not sure what worked and what didn't, what was me and what was simply life. When they were very small, I suppose I thought someday they would become who they were because of what I'd done. Now I suspect they simply grew into their true selves because they demanded in a thousand ways that I back off and let them be. The books said to be relaxed and I was often tense, matter-of-fact and I was sometimes over the top. And look how it all turned out. I wound up with the three people I like best in the world, who have done more than anyone to excavate my essential humanity. That's what the books never told me. I was bound and determined to learn from the experts. It just took me a while to figure out who the experts were.
Pics of my favorite little people!
Here is the rest of our photo session with Chera! I just love them, but I am way too biased to comment!;)
http://chera25.com/galleries/5309Allie/
http://chera25.com/galleries/5309Allie/
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Bubbles in the "Little Pool"
The boys got in the "little pool" tonight...otherwise known as the sauna with the bubbles. They had fun though Luke was a little hesitant about the bubbles at first.
The solo Jon picture is him posing like he is in a Sears catalog...yes, I know I put up with a great deal.
There were some other pics of Evan but I would have had to edit out too much nakedness!;)
Luke's Luscious Locks and Waiting For Daddy!
Just had to show off how lovely and curly Luke's hair is getting...granted the humidity helps! Evan had much longer hair earlier and had his first haircut around 12 months. I totally regretted it, so this time I will not be bullied by the husband! Long wavy locks are only cute on boys for so long!;)
We have lots of "adventures" in the last hour before Daddy gets home. This particular day, the boys had out the air mattress, were collecting bugs in the backyard and finally we moved to the front yard to look for ladybugs and wait so they could ride in the car with Daddy through the gate. These days, Luke typically gets to "drive".
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
My injury and my adventures in Pilates
So I have a very bad nagging hamstring/glute injury. It is most likely from pushing 75 pounds of children around in the stroller while jogging but we have no gym membership at the moment so I am stuck.
I have started doing less running during the week and walking some instead. I have also been doing core/Pilates videos in the afternoon when I don't have children literally sitting on my face while I am lying on the mat. It is relatively sad that I have several degrees in Exercise Physiology and have trouble finding 45 minutes to myself to exercise for my health and sanity.
My abs are in worse shape than I care to share. I could blame it on the children but I am just a lazy slug. I seriously had more time to workout when I worked a thousand hours a week.
Wish me luck! Bathing suit season in Texas is dreadfully long!
I have started doing less running during the week and walking some instead. I have also been doing core/Pilates videos in the afternoon when I don't have children literally sitting on my face while I am lying on the mat. It is relatively sad that I have several degrees in Exercise Physiology and have trouble finding 45 minutes to myself to exercise for my health and sanity.
My abs are in worse shape than I care to share. I could blame it on the children but I am just a lazy slug. I seriously had more time to workout when I worked a thousand hours a week.
Wish me luck! Bathing suit season in Texas is dreadfully long!
Luke's 18 month Visit!
Just thought I would post this so I could look back on this info somewhere besides the manila folder in the filing cabinet.
He had a great visit! He was 26.5 lbs and 34 inches. He is going to be my little string bean...he is 8oth percentile for height and 40th for weight. Evan weighed about this at 6 months!!
He got one shot and passed his developmental milestone tests with flying colors!;)
Daddy measured him on the wall....our family tradition.
The pic is just because he is so darn handsome!
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Pics Just for Ms. Holly!
These pics aren't great because someone was cranky from not napping....well he hasn't napped all week truth be told! This little outfit is a hand-me-down from Leo and Henry and it is just adorable. Evan could never wear these types of cute little outfits because he was so big and chubby at this age.Thanks for the great hand me-downs Ms. Holly!
Our newest household addition!
This is our new pool fence! This is mommy's dream purchase. Now my little "angels" can play outside while I am in the kitchen. It actually doesn't go around the pool. It sections off by our outdoor shower so the boys only have access to the driveway and one part of the yard, the pool and the farside of the yard are off limits. There is a self closing and lockable gate at the steps. Can you hear my huge sigh of relief?;)The first pic is the boys watching the "pool guy" do the installation.
Happy patio sitting/drinking without worry to me!
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