Sunday, November 29, 2009

Sunday Dress



She loves her bew-a-full new dress. Thanks Grandma and Grandpa!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

I'm really mustachey


"I'm really mustachey."-Corban

Monday, November 16, 2009

Stop or I'll get your mom.

Dave is Corban's Sunbeam teacher. Corban is often worse for Daddy than for subs that come in when Dad is out of town. I think he is just testing his boundries. Yesterday, Corban was being disruptive during Singing Time and Dave asked me to come in to help Corban sit quietly. What does this say about our family when Corban needs his mean mom to come in and sit there so he will be good. We have reversed roles in my family. Daddy threatens to get mommy... Does this make me the Alpha Male?

Speaking of Alpha Male..... have you seen this? Read the reviews (scroll down), but beware you might pee your pants. The funniest thing about this shirt is that is ended up on Dwight in an episode of The Office.

Friday, November 13, 2009

I won!

A big thank you to Camille at .


I won this apron for Izzy.
















I am not sure I will ever get it off her. She is dancing... hence the blur to the picture. She loves her "skirt".


Thursday, November 12, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving.

During Institute the kids made there great turkeys!

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Saturday, November 7, 2009

Another First

Corban has his first loose tooth! Top front left (his left)- It is barely wiggling but he is so funny about it.
He keeps trying to explain to me that the reason his tooth is loose is because the germs got to his teeth. The same germs I tell him about to get him to brush his teeth. So he was listening...



I will let you know when it's out.

Friday, November 6, 2009

This just in. . . I won.


He woke up hungry. Suprised?


Don't you just love his happy face as he eats the food he refused hours before? I do! He was so cute and happy. He even ate more than the 5 bite minimun. If you are confused by this post you must have missed the story about him going to bed hungry. Try two posts down. He was laughing with me as I tried to keep a straight face so I could do granny's voice for him. What a cutie!

Granny is back.

Old Hag or Young Lady? Can you see them both.

I always see the young lady first then have to look to find the old woman. The chin of the young is the nose of the old.

Since you may have read the previous post about Corban and the Casserole, I will now tell you a the story of Izzy involving the same casserole but a day earlier. This one is less tramatic.

Yesterday Izzy was supposed to be in time out for throwing her plate on the ground, because, you guessed it folks, "She hates casserole." She was mad and slinking down the floor and asking for her dad. I tried a few things to help her calm down but keep her in timeout. Instantly I knew what to do. I wrapped my lips around my teeth and started asking her in my best old women tone if she would like to try my casserole. She stopped short and then smiled, "your funny" she says. We played the game until she had eaten everything on her plate and even some seconds. She just kept laughing and commenting on my ability to be funny. Then she joined in the play and told me she was a cat. Which was perfect because it was Tuna Casserole. She was a good kitty and ate all the tuna. She loved it.

So there you have it. Grandma was reborn. Yes, reborn.

You may not know that grandma had short visit in my life when I was a young teen. To pass the time in the car or van on long rides we (my sisters and I) would often turn to utter silliness. Granny was born and used in excess until Dad told her it was time she moved on. He used a stong voice and I guess I was a silly girl that took an annoying voice too far. She died that day and nothing Dad or the rest of the family could say would bring her back. I am sure it was a stubborn case of teenage pride. So there you have it, when your child won't eat, turn into an old hag. (btw, I tried this with Corban today. He almost laughed and then remembered he was not to be fooled.)

To bed without dinner.

Lately, the little people in my house have been a bit whiney when it comes to ... everything. So, naturally, being the mean mom that I am, I have been putting my foot down more and more. Giving them choices. But they are choices that I can live with like, you can put on your shoes and and then go outside, or you get to stay inside. Sort of forcing them to make the decision I need them to make. I mean it's for their own good, right? He needs to wear shoes when he goes outside. He has scrapes on his feet to prove how it only takes him about 5 seconds to hurt himself without them. (Think dragging feet behind his skateboard. Poor kid.)

Tonight he (Child #1) was playing outside and was suddenly very emotional, proabably preparing for his chance at an oscar, and I told him it was time to go inside and eat dinner. (No more asking in our house. It doesn't work.) He came in all tornado like, flayling and angry that I helped him come inside. There was plenty of casserole from last night, so that is what I served up. Corban started yelling that he hates casserole. (He ate about 5 bites last night and was just fine.) He wants a sandwich or cereal or chocolate milk. Izzy jumped in saying, "Um, I like casserole." And rubs her belly. That's another story in itself- last night ... well. I will explain later. I am making a mess of this story. The sentence structure sucks... oh well.

Back to Izzy, I tell her I am glad she loves casserole and get her eating then turn to Corban. After waiting for a break to talk I make a deal.  (He was filling the air with all sorts of noise. Chaos.) I told him he could have 5 bites of casserole and then I would make him whatever he wants. He dropped to the floor in a tantrum. Fun. I picked him up and took him in his room and told him when he was done with his fit. He was so mad. He kicked the wall for a few minutes. I went in and turned him so his feet wouldn't hit the wall and asked if he was ready to come eat, telling him I was happy to make him a sandwich or get him some cereal after the casserole was eaten. I was surprisingly calm and loving through all this. Sometimes I have to fight to keep my cool .... I kept thinking of the clip from family guy about the real Kelly Ripa (Dave loves that show... so I have seen more than I would ever want to see.... anyway) See below.



He told me he would not eat the casserole. He fell asleep crying. Sad, but if I gave in then it would have made him think that next time he would just have to throw another fit to get his way. I know Corb (or Coyb if you talk like Izzy) isn't your average child, but doesn't the lesson apply to all kids. You give into their fit then they will start throwing fits for everything. It reminds me of helping a child learn to sleep through the night. Be calm, loving, and firm.

I went in a few minutes ago and changed him into jammies. He was so sad and started talking in his sleep asking me why I wouldn't give him any food... then he turns over and is asleep again. That was a sad moment for my heart. Did I make the right choice? I still think so. Our usual rule is you have to have 2 bites of everything. He has been doing so well with that. I said five because he had that many last night and was fine. He had already had cereal for breakfast and a sandwich for lunch. This was the first time he has fallen asleep without dinner.... It just made me sad.

I know there is a family in our ward whose rule is "If you don't like what mom made, make your own dinner." They have kids from 10 and down.

What are your rules for eating dinner?

Mom.... You can stop twisting my arm.

Yes, Halloween is over. I know. My dear mom would like this picture posted... I told her I already posted it on Facebook, but she needs to see it here. Speaking of Facebook, Other Mom (aka Connie), why are you not on Facebook? Just curious.



Can you guess my costume? The picture isn't the greatest, but here you are.


My favorite thing about being Cleopatra, all the kids (trick-or-treaters) telling me they learned about her in history and then them going on and on telling me about her and everyone that died.... Very entertaining. We have some bright kids in the ward. I love working in the Primary.

Funny #2: Izzy asking me "Where's your Nake-Up?" all morning the next day and would touch my eyes. She was sad I wasn't "pretty" anymore. It's ok folks. She recovers well, a few times a week she tells me how biew-i-ful I am. That's beautiful in English. The other days she tells me I am a big mommy.  Emphasis on the Big. She is too cute when she says it so I can't even feel bad.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Was your costume this warm?

Dave did an awesome (and quite practical, if I do say so myself) costume this year. So here he is Mr Yukon Cornelius himself.




If you can't remember Yukon, think of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.



I was Cleopatra. Dave and I sure know how to coordinate when it comes to costumes.