Funny story, that is.
So Peanut got terribly sick last night. He vomited for three hours straight. This is the first time he ever got this sick before. It's not funny at all, but he is a funny kid. And funny kids make great stories, even when they are incredibly sick...So, after he threw up all the contents of his stomach all over the front of his clothes and the kitchen floor (hallelujah it wasn't the carpet), I stripped his crying little self down to his birthday suit and got him in a warm bath. He perked right up and started playing with his bath toys. So I sat down on the edge of the bath tub to rinse out one of his cloth diapers in the toilet (sorry, this story is not for the weak stomach). I guess my pants may have been falling down just a bit (not a pretty picture but "bare" with me...ha ha ha). Peanut being the wonderful modesty police that he is (he likes to fix my shirt when I'm doing yoga to make sure it's not showing my back or stomach), decides he's had enough of my inappropriateness. He fills up one of his bath cups and, yes, pours it right into the back of my pants. Thanks again little one. I love you too!
12.22.2012
12.20.2012
Something Funny
You'll get a ho, ho, ho outa these.
Today I was Skyping with my Mom and Sister. I asked if they had received our package in the mail. They replied, "Yes, but the glass jar the caramels came in had broken all over everything." I thought that was a bummer but scratched my head thinking, "I don't think I put the caramels in any kind of container." Then it dawned on me...There was something in a glass jar...bugs. Yes you read it right. A dead, frozen, brown praying mantas and a leaf bug meant for my sisters growing entomology collection. Bumping around in pieces in the Christmas package. We all had a very big group gasp and a good laugh at that one. In fact I've been chuckling ever since I heard. Enjoy your gifts.
Here is another good tale that should paint a fantastic "Anna" picture in your brain. So let's start with, I'm outlet shopping with a friend and her two kids. We have her kids in a double stroller, Peanut in the single stroller with me, and Cashew in the baby Bjorn on my front. The sheer logistics of carting 4 kids around requires at least two bags plus a plethora of jackets and hats, and shoes that sometimes stay on their feet. By the end of the trip I had almost lost Peanuts shoe twice and I had gone through the entire line at Old Navy with a screaming baby and it didn't bother me till I realized that it was bothering all the other shoppers. We were quite a site to behold, especially trying to help each other get through the non-automatic doors. That said, we had rallied our little circus in the children's shoe store to wrap up with new shoes for Peanut. My friend had offered to hold Cashew and watch all the gear while I tried the shoes on Peanut and chased him around the store for a minute to try them out. As we leave the store in a hustle she is still holding Cashew getting ready to hand him off to me, Peanut is trying to squirm out of his seat and her daughter is walking along behind us while her seat in the double stroller is laden with all our purchases. I comment to her that we need to take a picture of this before we get into the car, to which she replies, "If we make it there intact." Almost immediately as she finishes that statement we arrive at the edge of the curb to get onto the cross walk. As we cross the threshold the stroller tips just ever so slightly and we litter the middle of the road with at least two or three shopping bags, one diaper bag and a blanket. We laughed as the holiday traffic got angry looks in their eyes. But really who can get very mad with that many small adorable children present :).
Thirdly, I know a lot of you have already heard this but I felt I should record it anyways. So Peanut has realized that you can watch Helicopter videos on the TV with our streaming YouTube on the Blu-ray player. So I put one on the other day while I was cooking to keep him out of my hair for a moment or two. What I didn't realize is that once you've finished the video you originally picked all subsequent videos on the search just start to play one right after the other. I kept thinking, that the video was going for a long time and I knew it wasn't that long of a video a helicopter race and suddenly Peanut starts sobbing. "BROKE IT!", he screams. I come running and I see that a video of a helicopter crash had come up. He was so distressed. He asked me to, "Fix it Mommy. Fix the Helicopert." Aww. It was hard to convince him that I was not able to fix a helicopter and that I'm sure there was somebody working on fixing the broken Helicopter. What a cutie! I live a good life with this kid in my house.
Again, Merry Christmas!
Today I was Skyping with my Mom and Sister. I asked if they had received our package in the mail. They replied, "Yes, but the glass jar the caramels came in had broken all over everything." I thought that was a bummer but scratched my head thinking, "I don't think I put the caramels in any kind of container." Then it dawned on me...There was something in a glass jar...bugs. Yes you read it right. A dead, frozen, brown praying mantas and a leaf bug meant for my sisters growing entomology collection. Bumping around in pieces in the Christmas package. We all had a very big group gasp and a good laugh at that one. In fact I've been chuckling ever since I heard. Enjoy your gifts.
Here is another good tale that should paint a fantastic "Anna" picture in your brain. So let's start with, I'm outlet shopping with a friend and her two kids. We have her kids in a double stroller, Peanut in the single stroller with me, and Cashew in the baby Bjorn on my front. The sheer logistics of carting 4 kids around requires at least two bags plus a plethora of jackets and hats, and shoes that sometimes stay on their feet. By the end of the trip I had almost lost Peanuts shoe twice and I had gone through the entire line at Old Navy with a screaming baby and it didn't bother me till I realized that it was bothering all the other shoppers. We were quite a site to behold, especially trying to help each other get through the non-automatic doors. That said, we had rallied our little circus in the children's shoe store to wrap up with new shoes for Peanut. My friend had offered to hold Cashew and watch all the gear while I tried the shoes on Peanut and chased him around the store for a minute to try them out. As we leave the store in a hustle she is still holding Cashew getting ready to hand him off to me, Peanut is trying to squirm out of his seat and her daughter is walking along behind us while her seat in the double stroller is laden with all our purchases. I comment to her that we need to take a picture of this before we get into the car, to which she replies, "If we make it there intact." Almost immediately as she finishes that statement we arrive at the edge of the curb to get onto the cross walk. As we cross the threshold the stroller tips just ever so slightly and we litter the middle of the road with at least two or three shopping bags, one diaper bag and a blanket. We laughed as the holiday traffic got angry looks in their eyes. But really who can get very mad with that many small adorable children present :).
Thirdly, I know a lot of you have already heard this but I felt I should record it anyways. So Peanut has realized that you can watch Helicopter videos on the TV with our streaming YouTube on the Blu-ray player. So I put one on the other day while I was cooking to keep him out of my hair for a moment or two. What I didn't realize is that once you've finished the video you originally picked all subsequent videos on the search just start to play one right after the other. I kept thinking, that the video was going for a long time and I knew it wasn't that long of a video a helicopter race and suddenly Peanut starts sobbing. "BROKE IT!", he screams. I come running and I see that a video of a helicopter crash had come up. He was so distressed. He asked me to, "Fix it Mommy. Fix the Helicopert." Aww. It was hard to convince him that I was not able to fix a helicopter and that I'm sure there was somebody working on fixing the broken Helicopter. What a cutie! I live a good life with this kid in my house.
Again, Merry Christmas!
12.18.2012
Live Nativity
All joking aside, it was a wonderful experience and I'm happy we had the opportunity to do it. It allowed me a beautiful moment to reflect on the reason for the season, the Savior, Jesus Christ, while I looked into the sweet face of my own amazing little child. I don't think I am anywhere close to being a Mom that could raise the savior of the world, but I sure will try my very best to give Peanut and Cashew all that they deserve.
"For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." John 3:16
So, joy to the world, the Lord has come! I am forever grateful for my brother, Jesus Christ and for his sacrifice for me and for the joy that I find through doing my best to live by his example.
Merry Christmas everyone!
12.17.2012
Long Overdue
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Cashew is now just about 3 months old so it's only appropriate that I will now be giving you his two month update. :) This little guy is just a joy. He's so smiley, another fantastic sleeper, and loves to be held and snuggled. I can't tell you how much I love my house full of boys. 
At his two month check up he was something like 13lbs. 6oz. and 23" long (I'm shooting from the hip here with my memory. The sheet may have blown out of the window of the car. I don't know.). He's sprouting like a weed! This little guy sleeps 10 hours a night regularly and today has coincided his long nap with Peanut's one nap. Hallelujah! He also has finally decided that he will take a bottle. But only a special one...a ComoTomo Natural Feel Bottle, which we have affectionately deemed "the boob bottle", because that's what it looks like. It is what it is.
Peanut is also loving his little brother. He wants to hold him, build bridges over him, pick him up (much to my terror), kiss him, smack him, take his binky out and put it back in, take his socks off and put them back on, yell his name at the top of his lungs and make sure that I do not leave him in his room if he is crying.Peanut is just oh so helpful in his own special way. He likes to help me cook...although I don't get much done other than having to clean up after his excitement. I got to be a part of a cookie exchange this week and he was allowed to add some ingredients for me in the molasses cookies. Here he is trying to add more ginger and cinnamon to the now empty bowl. "I pour it. I mix it. I DO IT!" Don't worry ladies, I did make him wash his hands...at least three times.
In other big news, we had what we call a BANISHMENT this weekend. A friend of mine and I sent our kids and husbands to one house and we stayed at the other, for 24 hours, to get projects done. This is an idea I recommend to all. It was fabulous and very successful, although I'm fairly certain we needed at least three or four more days to get everything done. Husbands are you up for a January repeat? :)
Well stay tuned because we sure do have some catching up to do on here!
12.03.2012
What's this girl to do?
So I'm come to a cross roads here with this blog. I have been officially notified by Google that I have used up my quota of photo space. As I deliberate the options of how to fix this problem, I realize that I am blogging even less than usual. So I figured I'd write a few stories to tide this over before I, A) Open a new blog, B) Have to go through and resize/delete old photos, C) Just pay for extra storage. Any votes?
Well last week was one of the busiest weeks we've had in a long time. Monday started off the week strong with...drum roll please...Peanut locking me out of the house. We had just enjoyed a pleasant lunch with Rob after Cashew's 2 month doctor check up and had arrived home after dropping Rob back off at work. I took Peanut inside (I don't like him running free so near the road) and somehow without even realizing it, hung up my keys before I went out to get Cashew out of his car seat. As I tried to turn the now locked handle I see Peanut looking at me with a big grin on his face out of the little window at the side of the door. He of course has no idea how to turn the lock the other way again, and after 10 minutes of me pleading for him to open the door and trying to explain in a variety of ways a toddler may understand, he starts asking me, "Mommy come inside?". Then he goes and gets my keys off of the hanger and hangs them on the closet door handle, then the front door handle and finally on the garage door handle as I watch helplessly from outside. The horrible catch here was, we are still a one car family so Rob wouldn't have been able to get home any faster than about 40 mins, and unfortunately the friends we had given a spare key to, happened to be out at dance class 20 or so minutes away. So 20 minutes it was. She kindly pulled her daughter out of tap class and bolted to save me, while I continuously knocked on the door and rang to doorbell to keep Peanut in the entry way and not running upstairs and out of sight until we were rescued. Bless her and bless my Dad for talking to me while this all went down. And thank heavens for the absolutely gorgeous, sunny, warm, unusual November weather we had that day while I was stuck on the porch with a 2 month old baby.
Now one would think we were out of trouble by that point, but no. This is Peanut we are talking about. After we are safely inside he bolts upstairs, rips an entire Christmas pop up book to shreds, and as he is running down the stairs to tell me, he falls and barrel rolls down at least the second half of the stairs, landing flat on his face on the hard wood. I screamed ran over and, of course, there was blood dripping everywhere. Luckily we ended up with just a bloody nose and nothing broken. Following that realization I complained profusely to myself that I now had to clean all those clothes and that there was blood on my new white shirt. So I sat down and ate a cookie.
Well last week was one of the busiest weeks we've had in a long time. Monday started off the week strong with...drum roll please...Peanut locking me out of the house. We had just enjoyed a pleasant lunch with Rob after Cashew's 2 month doctor check up and had arrived home after dropping Rob back off at work. I took Peanut inside (I don't like him running free so near the road) and somehow without even realizing it, hung up my keys before I went out to get Cashew out of his car seat. As I tried to turn the now locked handle I see Peanut looking at me with a big grin on his face out of the little window at the side of the door. He of course has no idea how to turn the lock the other way again, and after 10 minutes of me pleading for him to open the door and trying to explain in a variety of ways a toddler may understand, he starts asking me, "Mommy come inside?". Then he goes and gets my keys off of the hanger and hangs them on the closet door handle, then the front door handle and finally on the garage door handle as I watch helplessly from outside. The horrible catch here was, we are still a one car family so Rob wouldn't have been able to get home any faster than about 40 mins, and unfortunately the friends we had given a spare key to, happened to be out at dance class 20 or so minutes away. So 20 minutes it was. She kindly pulled her daughter out of tap class and bolted to save me, while I continuously knocked on the door and rang to doorbell to keep Peanut in the entry way and not running upstairs and out of sight until we were rescued. Bless her and bless my Dad for talking to me while this all went down. And thank heavens for the absolutely gorgeous, sunny, warm, unusual November weather we had that day while I was stuck on the porch with a 2 month old baby.
Now one would think we were out of trouble by that point, but no. This is Peanut we are talking about. After we are safely inside he bolts upstairs, rips an entire Christmas pop up book to shreds, and as he is running down the stairs to tell me, he falls and barrel rolls down at least the second half of the stairs, landing flat on his face on the hard wood. I screamed ran over and, of course, there was blood dripping everywhere. Luckily we ended up with just a bloody nose and nothing broken. Following that realization I complained profusely to myself that I now had to clean all those clothes and that there was blood on my new white shirt. So I sat down and ate a cookie.
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