Every one of those things was well worth writing down.
Today he drew pictures of his hamster, the pile of candy he got from his friend's birthday pinata, and wrote that her party was "OSAM!" 5 and a half is a fabulous age. :)
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
yesterday's news
Every one of those things was well worth writing down.
Today he drew pictures of his hamster, the pile of candy he got from his friend's birthday pinata, and wrote that her party was "OSAM!" 5 and a half is a fabulous age. :)
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Britt and Marnie: June 2011
I successfully keep a journal about as often as I vacuum the little grill thing on the bottom of the refrigerator. (i.e. not often)
I promised myself that I will take the time to sit down every few months and blog about all the fun stages (and even the not so fun stages) Britt and Marnie are flying through. They go by faster and faster, and I worry that I may forget their adorable quirks when they turn into moody teenagers.
Marnie.
What a beautiful little godzilla we have. :) She's decided that she's a princess, and dresses accordingly. She would watch Tangled 20 times a day, if we let her. Lately, she's been known to climb atop the table and use it as a stage. Singing, dancing, twirling, giggling...she's a little girl, alright. Aside from her princess dress and eating the cream filling out of Oreos, I'd have to say her favorite thing is reading books. She'll memorize them as we read, then read them back to me. She loves to count things (up to 17), and tries to spell everything like Britt does. He'll say, "bat, B-A-T." and she'll say, "dog, B-O-F." She loves to carry around a notepad and pencil and "take orders" like she works in a cafe. She's been enjoying our mommy-&-me swimming lessons. She's quite a swimmer, but not as brave in the water as Britt was at 2 1/2. Which she assures me is only because she doesn't like for her ears to get wet. What would we do without her persnickety personality?
Britt.
This boy is one-of-a-kind. His favorite things right now are (still) Superheroes (Spider-Man is currently reigning supreme), reading by himself, painting and drawing, swimming, playing T-ball, emptying the dishwasher, playing with his hamster, fighting with his sister (I told you some would be not so fun), hanging out with his 19-year-old uncle and his 19 year-old friends (Britt's pretty sure he's 19 too), playing Scrabble, and watching the PBS series Wild Kratts (SO up his alley). He loves to learn new words and use them in daily speech. Just yesterday he told me that something costs "an extortionate amount of money." He's dying for Kindergarten to start, and wishing we had a pool so he could work on his backstroke everyday. He's still the funniest kid we've ever met.
June 2011
I promised myself that I will take the time to sit down every few months and blog about all the fun stages (and even the not so fun stages) Britt and Marnie are flying through. They go by faster and faster, and I worry that I may forget their adorable quirks when they turn into moody teenagers.
What a beautiful little godzilla we have. :) She's decided that she's a princess, and dresses accordingly. She would watch Tangled 20 times a day, if we let her. Lately, she's been known to climb atop the table and use it as a stage. Singing, dancing, twirling, giggling...she's a little girl, alright. Aside from her princess dress and eating the cream filling out of Oreos, I'd have to say her favorite thing is reading books. She'll memorize them as we read, then read them back to me. She loves to count things (up to 17), and tries to spell everything like Britt does. He'll say, "bat, B-A-T." and she'll say, "dog, B-O-F." She loves to carry around a notepad and pencil and "take orders" like she works in a cafe. She's been enjoying our mommy-&-me swimming lessons. She's quite a swimmer, but not as brave in the water as Britt was at 2 1/2. Which she assures me is only because she doesn't like for her ears to get wet. What would we do without her persnickety personality?
This boy is one-of-a-kind. His favorite things right now are (still) Superheroes (Spider-Man is currently reigning supreme), reading by himself, painting and drawing, swimming, playing T-ball, emptying the dishwasher, playing with his hamster, fighting with his sister (I told you some would be not so fun), hanging out with his 19-year-old uncle and his 19 year-old friends (Britt's pretty sure he's 19 too), playing Scrabble, and watching the PBS series Wild Kratts (SO up his alley). He loves to learn new words and use them in daily speech. Just yesterday he told me that something costs "an extortionate amount of money." He's dying for Kindergarten to start, and wishing we had a pool so he could work on his backstroke everyday. He's still the funniest kid we've ever met.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Twitcher
Saturday was an exciting day around here. Marnie and I spent the day putting on a lovely baby shower for my SIL Kaitlynn (pictures soon to come), and Justin & Britt took a day-trip to Phoenix with Justin's brothers to have a boys' day (among other things). They returned home with this little ball of fur.
She's a Russian dwarf hamster. Britt called her She-rah for the first day (as in, He-man and She-rah), but lately he's decided that Twitcher is a more fitting name. I was a little surprised when they walked in with a hamster that day, but Britt quickly informed me that it is his responsibility, and he will be the one who takes care of it. He's done an amazing job so far. He feeds her, changes her bedding, gives her lots of love and exercise (with a little help from Marnie), and even cleans her running ball if she poops in it.
We all sort of love the fluffy little thing. :) Even though she has to sleep in the laundry room. As we learned, hamsters don't actually sleep at night. They run on their exercise wheels, which can be insanely loud and annoying.
Our sweet puppy is pretty cute with her. He lays down next to her ball and just stares at her. He'll sneak up on her and lick the ball, as if to say, "my instinct tells me you might taste good, but I just want to play with you." Last night Britt told me that he still can't believe he has his own dog AND hamster. He's pretty sure he has the best daddy in the world. (I happen to share his opinion.) :) He's pretty excited that our family is even now: 3 boys and 3 girls. 3 mellow, smart, and easy boys; and 3 loud, cute, and somewhat demanding girls. :)
She's a Russian dwarf hamster. Britt called her She-rah for the first day (as in, He-man and She-rah), but lately he's decided that Twitcher is a more fitting name. I was a little surprised when they walked in with a hamster that day, but Britt quickly informed me that it is his responsibility, and he will be the one who takes care of it. He's done an amazing job so far. He feeds her, changes her bedding, gives her lots of love and exercise (with a little help from Marnie), and even cleans her running ball if she poops in it.
We all sort of love the fluffy little thing. :) Even though she has to sleep in the laundry room. As we learned, hamsters don't actually sleep at night. They run on their exercise wheels, which can be insanely loud and annoying.
Our sweet puppy is pretty cute with her. He lays down next to her ball and just stares at her. He'll sneak up on her and lick the ball, as if to say, "my instinct tells me you might taste good, but I just want to play with you." Last night Britt told me that he still can't believe he has his own dog AND hamster. He's pretty sure he has the best daddy in the world. (I happen to share his opinion.) :) He's pretty excited that our family is even now: 3 boys and 3 girls. 3 mellow, smart, and easy boys; and 3 loud, cute, and somewhat demanding girls. :)
Thursday, May 19, 2011
never a dull moment
Took Griz for his 1 year check-up (even though his actual birthday isn't for a few weeks). He got his first rabies shot, and was diagnosed as a bi-lateral cryptorchid (Meaning that his testes never traveled from his abdomen to where they're supposed to be, so not only can he never be a daddy, but his cancer risk would be way higher unless we had surgery done to locate and remove them.) Easy decision; we scheduled surgery for the next day.
{In our defense, we'd never had a male dog before, and we just thought he was a late-bloomer.}
Woke up around 4AM to Griz whimpering at my side of the bed. Thought it was odd that he'd need out, since the pre-op orders dictated that he not have anything to eat or drink after 10PM, but let him out into the dark yard anyway. When he came back inside, I went back to bed but could never fall asleep again because I could hear him running around the living room and jumping onto and off of the couch. A while later, I went to check on him and found him covered in hives, with his face swollen and peppered with bleeding scratches (from him trying to alleviate his itching).
I thought, "OK...one more thing he's allergic to- rabies vaccines."
{snapped this picture on my phone as we were leaving for the vet's office}
The vet gave him a shot to help his hives/swelling go down, then went on with the surgery as planned. The kids worried about him all day. Britt couldn't stand the thought of his puppy being cut open and having to get stitches.
Griz was loopy (as you can CLEARLY see) when we brought him home, so Marnie helped him relax so he could get some rest.
It's not usually a big deal when dogs get neutered, but this poor guy's neuter scar will put any female's spay scar to shame.
Britt asked me if this means Griz can't get married now (hehe...the sweet things kids think of), and I told him that one day, Griz may meet the perfect girl dog, and she won't care that he has a scar, and she won't care that he can't have puppies, and he said, "because maybe they could adopt a puppy, right?" :)
I love my little people and my little animal. They keep things interesting.
They are SO worth all the trouble, all the worry, all the stress, and all the sleepless nights that I endure for them.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
slugger/hugger
Britt is loving his TeeBall adventures. He's getting over his fear of running in front of an audience, and has been getting some good hits too. In yesterday's game he chased down a grounder and was so proud to get it that he just held it until the coach came and got it from him. It's hilarious to watch. :)
Oh, and he got a haircut. I love this summer hair, but I always miss the long, curly, winter hair.
Oh, and he got a haircut. I love this summer hair, but I always miss the long, curly, winter hair.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
what makes us laugh
I cleaned out Britt's closet, and created a space inside for him to use as his "bat cave." It wasn't till a few days later that I was putting clothes away and noticed he had scratched this into the wall inside his closet.
Marnie's tired of her fairy costume. She likes to try out bits of Britt's costumes and make new superheroes. This one is called, "Spider-girl-with-a-regular-glove-too."
Easter left Britt with blue hands for 3 days. {Egg dying was an adventure this year.}
A few days ago, Marnie walked up to me like this and said, "oh nooooo...I don't have that other hand anymoooore!"
{and yes, she wears those bunny pajamas constantly.}
A few more funnies that we've heard recently...
Britt to Marnie: "I know it's a hard life, but ya just have to live it."
Britt: "Marnie, when you say you're the fastest yogurt eater, that's actually tooting your own horn...and that's what is called rude."
Britt: "Hey, the library has an avstract painting! I just love avstracts {abstracts}."
Me to Marnie: "You. Are. Cute."
Marnie: "You are fat."
Me: {sad face}
Marnie: "Actually, you are ninny {skinny}."
Me: {happy face}
Marnie: "Is that your girl? I say you are fat and that is not your girl, but if I say you are ninny then that is your girl?"
Me: "Yup."
Me: "Marnie, why is the shampoo bottle in the corner?"
Marnie: "Beeztuzz. I was dust trying to smell it and it wouldn't open...it's bein' a neenkah! {stinker}"
Me: "Britt, did you notice how nicely Marnie put her dirty dishes in the sink?"
Britt: "Yeah...but I'm just not really a put-stuff-in-the-sink kinda guy."
{Then I guess I'm not really a let-you-watch-cartoons kinda gal.}
{While driving to Phoenix and looking for the perfect cactus.}
Me: "Let's try looking in that big field of cactus."
Britt: "Actually, it there is more than one cactus, I believe they're called...cactupi. Like octopi? Or is it just cacti?...Yeah, cacti."
Marnie: "Puppy, you have to focus. You am wild and it's making me nervous."
Marnie's tired of her fairy costume. She likes to try out bits of Britt's costumes and make new superheroes. This one is called, "Spider-girl-with-a-regular-glove-too."
Easter left Britt with blue hands for 3 days. {Egg dying was an adventure this year.}
A few days ago, Marnie walked up to me like this and said, "oh nooooo...I don't have that other hand anymoooore!"
{and yes, she wears those bunny pajamas constantly.}
A few more funnies that we've heard recently...
Britt to Marnie: "I know it's a hard life, but ya just have to live it."
Britt: "Marnie, when you say you're the fastest yogurt eater, that's actually tooting your own horn...and that's what is called rude."
Britt: "Hey, the library has an avstract painting! I just love avstracts {abstracts}."
Me to Marnie: "You. Are. Cute."
Marnie: "You are fat."
Me: {sad face}
Marnie: "Actually, you are ninny {skinny}."
Me: {happy face}
Marnie: "Is that your girl? I say you are fat and that is not your girl, but if I say you are ninny then that is your girl?"
Me: "Yup."
Me: "Marnie, why is the shampoo bottle in the corner?"
Marnie: "Beeztuzz. I was dust trying to smell it and it wouldn't open...it's bein' a neenkah! {stinker}"
Me: "Britt, did you notice how nicely Marnie put her dirty dishes in the sink?"
Britt: "Yeah...but I'm just not really a put-stuff-in-the-sink kinda guy."
{Then I guess I'm not really a let-you-watch-cartoons kinda gal.}
{While driving to Phoenix and looking for the perfect cactus.}
Me: "Let's try looking in that big field of cactus."
Britt: "Actually, it there is more than one cactus, I believe they're called...cactupi. Like octopi? Or is it just cacti?...Yeah, cacti."
Marnie: "Puppy, you have to focus. You am wild and it's making me nervous."
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