Tuesday, September 29, 2009
My kids often have moments of their our greatness. Here are a few recent happenings:
Scenario: We are sitting in the car getting ready to go into the C-store (aka Costco. Tangent- Corban calls stores by their first letter... He reads letters not words.Anyway...)
Corban says to Izzy, "When you are big you will have muscles like my mom. Then you can pick up cars and buses and stuff."
Didn't know I could do that!
Scenario: Izzy is sitting at Grandma Nina's table. Corban tells Grandma (from across the room) that he went to a carnival at school. He says he got a ride on a train. Izzy pipes up, "Tickets please," then smiles as her shoulders scrunch up around her ears. She likes to pretend she is a timid child. We know better.
As I think of more I will share them, because my kids are pretty much amazing when they aren't driving me bonkers.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Aunt Rebecca sent dear Isabelle some of Alayna's old dresses and she can't get enough of them. Watch her spin. She loves dresses. Thanks Alayna and Rebecca! We love you.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Anyone for some delicious play dough pizza? Corban and I are top chefs. Bet you can't guess who made which one?
Corban enjoys setting up the shot.... he is always directing Izzy where to be when I get out my phone fro a picture. He said, "Put your chin on my head." She of course does anything he says, good or bad. Lucky me.
Don't you dare smile at me!
He was in such a sour mood this morning as I was trying to get him out of bed. So, finally I pulled out "old faithful"- "Don't you do it! Don't you dare smile at me." Gets them every time. Brought to you by my own mother. Grandma Nina.
She got mad at us like any mother, but many a time we would be faced with laughing it off with one of her silly antics. If the kids are being naughty or rude you can also tell them to go get back in bed and get up on the other side. Another way my mom dealt with bad moods was by putting out her hand and asking us to give her our bad mood. We didn't always give in, and often it took some pestering, but we usually cracked. Sometimes she would get out a plastic bag and take our bad mood and stuff it inside. "There!" she would say, all better. Thanks mom for the creative mood dealing.