Quiet = bad

Since I will be spending larger amounts of time in math(courtesy o' my principal) my brain is thinking in different ways. What was once a twisted trail (ah, yes, alliteration) of words is now *sometimes* straight-forward and logical. Go figure! (no pun intended)

The new equation is: Quiet = bad.

This applies to children. I especially think it applies to those children under the age of 5. This weekend my husband and I both had many tasks which we needed to complete. I will tell you on a regular weekend when this happens it usually works out that we talk about what needs to get done and then I watch the kids after he returns from work so that he can do what is on his list. Never is the childwatching returned so that I may work on my list accomplished. I have to fight my way through one-handed to finish anything. Most things get started, and are then interrupted by little people who can't go to the bathroom by themselves or feed themselves. I digress.....back to Quiet = bad.

I guess the severe lack of uninterrupted sleep has caused my mother's intuition to be defunct because normally I can ward off some evil. Not this weekend.
will be by with her white glove. Grayson has gotten particularly good at going to the bathroom when she needs to. She doesn't tell us, just heads to the bathroom. This makes me oh-so happy to not have to change or spend money on diapers. She still has a few things to work on, such as wiping and washing hands afterword, but the pee-pee is in the potty 99% of the time. It is because of this that I did not suspect anything. I had a million things on my list I needed to do because next weekend is the family birthday party for my little people and super-perfect SMIL will be around with the white glove. ANYWHO, Grayson entered the bathroom and I got busy in various parts of the house and then realized



it's quiet.


Oh NO - TOO LATE. The first time it happened she had gotten in to her new Princess toothpaste -("Mommy it comes out like a heart") and had sucked a good portion straight out of the tube in addition to smearing a heavy dose on the bathroom counter because "It needed to brush its teeth too". When dh saw it and was amused, I told him he could clean it up if he thought it was so funny.
The next incident occurred during the hurried dinner making fiasco time.
ONCE AGAIN under the guise of going to the bathroom she disappears. In the meantime I am checking peas, listening for timers to go off, and then


it's quiet.


OH CRAP not again! She had emptied these shaped soap flakes; a few in the tub, the rest on the floor and her brother was scurrying to taste them.

So remember, in the future, if you are a new parent, a parent to be, or not yet a parent.

Quiet = bad. It could save you unnecessary cleaning up.

An artist at work

In addition to the picnic, swinging, and wagon ride, Grayson wanted to paint the sidewalk. We changed her clothes in to something that it didn't matter if the paint stained and set to work. I'm not exactly sure what these are, but here they are.

BEE-utiful day

Grayson is in love with her Halloween costume. She likes it so much, she wouldn't even let me clip the price tag off! Not only that, it has been a beautiful day. We've gone for a wagon ride, had a picnic, swung on the swings and will head to a Fall Festival with jumping things to wear out energetic almost three year olds at a local church.
In addition to it being bee-utiful, the boy turned 11 months on Thursday and so I must show you his big boy look.
Such a happy boy! I forgot to mention that the Fall Festival is free and I got some good shots of Grayson painting the driveway and herself that I will have to post for you l8tr! Man, every time I see how big his noggin is, I am almost thankful I had a c-section!

Grant's First Haircut

After daycare called yesterday afternoon to say that she would be closed again today (this is costing me $100 a day by the way!) I decided it was time for drastic measures. I have always loved little boys with those soft buzz-cut heads and so I thought when Grant turned one (which I don't know why the rule is to not cut their hair until they are one anyway - who made this rule and why am I expected to follow it?!) I would get him a little buzz. Well, the sitter's doctor recommended we do it.
So we did.
She also suggested that we get our kids on this powerful medication that helps them to resist the lice. I am not going that far. I believe I did a thorough treatment the first time and just did one yesterday to humor her. ANYWAY, I digress (what would my blog be without some of those?!?)
So the hairstylist called at about 3 to say she had a cancellation at 4:15 and was I interested? Heck ya! So we got both kids hair cut. Now that it is over, I can't help but miss his hair. I mean it is only hair and it will grow back, but I still miss how he used to wake up with "horns" because it was sticking up. Yeah, it will grow back. I also can't help but feel he looks a little like a cancer patient. It makes me sad. But, it will grow back right? He's a little cranky today. I don't blame him. Here are a few pictures to commemorate the event.
Before:
That's chocolate juice dripping off his mouth.
This next one makes me flash to the future if he should join the Armed Services.


And the final outcome:
And now, just so his sister has equal blog-time (which I noticed she did not have any pictures!) Here is one that makes me laugh because the delay on the camera is just long enough that instead of catching her standing on the stool and being told to get down, it caught her falling.
And last but not least, her new jammies and hair.
She matches her wall!

We have a winner!

Is what my husband yells out from the bathroom tonight as he is preparing to bathe our daughter. He pops his head out from the doorway with a smile and exclaims - "In the skid-mark race!" Apparently the speedy or lack of wiping has caught up with our daughter and made a mark in her underpants. I'm wondering - is this something babybook worthy? LOL. I mean there is the first tooth, first birthday, first skidmark? She might laugh later on when she can read it.

A budding photographer

Ahh, summer. So Greg was dancing with Grayson and I wanted to get a picture. After I got the picture Grayson went looking for her camera and wanted to take some pictures. Of course we couldn't find it, so I let her use mine (with great delight I might add!) Below is the first (of I'm sure many to come) photo exhibit. I personally like the one of me at the end. What's your favorite?
This is part of the lazy boy chair. Next we have the computer chair (I'm sure you're starting to see her theme....)
Then she branches out to the foot stool I like to rest my feet on under the computer. She also got a little bit of her finger.
Then she moves further out and gets one of the whole room ( no judgments on Sun. about the cleanliness please....)
And then me.....








A little out of focus perhaps and missing a head, but still me. LOL
Happy Father's Day everyone.

Eau de Urine

It seems that my 2 yr. old is having some potty-training setbacks. Nothing major, just being so involved in the "Little Einsteins" cartoon or watching her dad mow the lawn that she can't take a minute to actually go and sit on the toilet. It seems two of the areas we will be able to use Resolve carpet-cleaner to clean-up and two of the other times it was in the kitchen, so that could be cleaned up with paper towel. I just don't want the house to SMELL like we've been potty-training. There was a rather large accident on the non-cleanable rug today. I'm pretty sure it soaked into the pad underneath. Hoping that having the sliding doors and a window open will help it to dry out. Some people have nice smelling homes courtesy of Glade, Yankee candles, or perhaps Bath and Body Works. Some of my favorite scents include Eau de parfum by Calvin Klein. I'm hoping the title for our new scent will not be Eau de Urine by Grayson.

The heartbeat from long ago

Ya know how night-time is supposed to be for sleeping? Well, I have an almost 5 month old and a 2 yr.old. So *sometimes* night-time is for sleeping. It's also for eating according to Grant my son who has to have me every 2 hours! LOL.

As I was rocking my daughter to try and get her back to sleep around 3 or 4 this morning( I'm not really sure what time it was because "things" got cranked up around 2 and I think we all finally settled back to sleep between 5 and 5:30) I started thinking. Missing sleep may be no big deal to some of you I'm sure, but I'm a 10 - 12 hour of sleep a night kind of girl, so being up for 2 to 3 hours does not produce such a sweet person the next day - now multiply this by a couple weeks and you've got someone who can only be described as cantankerous. Anyway, back to my original thought which was that even though daddy had been in to visit her and do the same thing a couple times, she seemed to be headed back to sleep now. I started thinking that I'm sure having her inside me for 9+ (she was late!) months and then almost a year of nursing must have created some type of bond that she doesn't have with her dad. And that is why mommy might be more effective at some things than daddy. Or why she has to have mommy instead of daddy. Her head was on my chest with one ear on my heart as we rocked and she spouted random thoughts. The talking dissipated and I listened to her breathing and could almost feel her head go up and down as my heart beated. This tympanic lullaby echoed back comfort from when she was growing inside me. It was a familiar heartbeat from long ago lulling her back to sleep.

Girl's Day

Today was girl's day! I took Grant to daycare and Grayson and I spent the day together. We started by visiting my favorite local bakery - the Tasty Bakery - for donuts this morning. I sort of had to bribe her to leave daycare without crying. Then we made up this little jingle "It's girls day, it's girls day!". We didn't exactly know what was going to happen on girl's day, but I was determined to see the sweet little girl I gave birth to about 2 years ago emerge. It seems the terrible two monster has overtaken her body. I wasn't sure if it was sibling rivalry or the terrible twos that was causing her to want to hit her parents and tell them NO. We proceeded to do some chores - cleaning mom and dad's bathroom and vacuuming the living room floor. She is a great helper and got a kick out of shaking the bathroom rugs. We jammed to the Barenaked Ladies while cleaning. I mean what better music to scrub a toilet to? Then it was time to take a shower. She loves to take a shower with me, in fact she inspected my C-section scar and asked "Boo-boo mommy?". She even offered to kiss it - yes a little weird, but that's what a 2 yr. old requires when she is hurt, so it made sense to her to kiss momma's boo-boo. It took about an hour for us to get dressed because my kid just doesn't want to wear clothes. I hope this tendency does not predestine her to some kind of stripping job. Once we got clothes and make up on, it was time to head to Target. My brother's birthday and my husband's birthday both fall this week. Got Easter placemats on 1/2 off. We were lucky the Icee machine was repaired AND had a new flavor - Green Apple. Then on our way home we stopped at Wendy's for nuggets and fries - the lunch of champions (NOT!). I chose the Chunky chicken Frescata. She discovered Ranch dressing is good "dip" for fries. After a very long potty break and repeated reminders to wipe top to bottom ( any suggestions on how to perfect this are greatly appreciated!) we were down for a nap. The phone disrupted mine, but at 4:15 I woke her so we could go get her brother. I look forward to the day at the end of the week with her brother. I saw shades of the girl I knew before her brother was born, and also the two year old demon child. It's days like today that make me wish I was a stay at home mom.