Moseley loves to climb on the pool table and play with the pool set. This particular day though he got creative with it.
I think he had pretty much shoved every single pool ball into his shorts. Go ahead and insert punchline here…
Moseley what are you doing?
He just thinks he’s so clever.
Here is my sad Carmie because she wasn’t the focus of this particular photo shoot. She still looks beautiful though.
Remember back on Valentines day when Moseley decided to write me a love note? In fuchsia sharpie. On my table.
That was so… sweet.
p.s. Now I am going to write a love note.
Dear Magic Eraser,
I love you. You have saved my A about a million times. You do take the finish off of things a little bit, but it’s better than having Sharpie on all surfaces of my house.
Sincerely,
Jana
p.p.s. No I did not use a magic eraser to clean off the marker on Moseley. While tempting, we have all gotten THAT email forward at least five times.
p.p.p.s. This one was not my fault, I always keep all the sharpies up in a high cupboard, plus it wasn’t even that I was sleeping or something and wasn’t watching him, I was 5 feet away when it happened. That marker walked out of the cupboard and presented itself to that 2 year old. At least, that’s the only conclusion I can come up with, since NOBODY else in the house seems to know where he got it. ;)
This has happened about 4 times in the past few days! Little Punk!
(if you cant tell, moseley has taken about half a tub of his hair product (garnier fructise surf hair wax) and done his own hair with it… stylish, I think. It didn’t help that I couldn’t stop cracking up about it when I look at that top picture.)
Moseley finally learned to walk! While Carmen started at 10 1/2 months, I was happy Moseley took a little longer… it helps me to cling to his baby-ness just a little longer.
Here is a video of him right when he first tried out those first steps (and also other silliness) he was about 14 months.
Now that he is 16 months old, he is getting pretty good at walking. With his newfound physical freedom, he has also learned to make lots of mischief.
Here is my view of him while I am on the computer. I can always find him down there at the printer pushing buttons and generally jacking it up as much as possible.
The other day I was making chicken enchiladas. My kids have quickly learned that while I am cooking they can get away with almost anything (short of starting something on fire). I was all greasy and gooey assembling the fillings into the shells… when Moseley decided to get into the cupboard where I keep the waxed paper and such. After about 20 minutes this is what my kitchen looked like (this one is a little long):
Whatever. The crinkly paper kept him busy so I could finish dinner… it was worth the mess and wasted wax paper that day.
Besides destroying the house one cupboard at a time, Moseley loves balls. “Bah” was his first word and he manages to find balls wherever he goes.
Here is one at a toy store that he was stoked on:
But the mother lode was when he saw this fountain at Disneyland.
This huge marble ball spins on water and the kids can all control the movement by pushing it with their hands. He loves it and thinks that he is really helping it to spin.
My baby is becoming a big boy so fast, it boggles my mind.
From the other room I hear a sprinkling of some large amount of dry goods hitting the tile and came running to find Moseley dumping out the whole bag of raisin bran on the kitchen floor.
What the heck, bro?
He just looks at me like “What? I wanted some cereal.”
(check out that sweet neck roll)
He is now entering into that curious stage of life where the world is his for the exploring. So far it’s not as big of a deal with him as it was with Carmen. She seemed to have a knack for pinpointing the exact moment mommy was distracted and attacking. Granted he hasn’t hit 2 years old yet, but his personality is a little more chill, so I’m hoping his messes wont be as epic as I remember hers being.
Anyway, now she is just about the most awesome little kid ever. She is so crafty and imaginative. She cracks me up at the stuff she comes up with.
This is a castle she was building out of our couch pillows, a cardboard mailing tube, a snuggly blanket, a diaper, the xbox remote, and some bubble wrap. (no I have not mastered the manual setting on my camera yet… obviously)
Oh and that outfit is also her own creation. She changes clothes no less than 4 times per day. It must be a girl thing.
She is such a funny girl. I just love her.
And as for my naughty little boy… How could I get mad at this face?
Even though it is just about impossible to get her to smile normally for a picture…
And just today she has already found my christmas gift stash and ruined the surprise factor for 50% of her christmas gifts…
And covered her little brother (not to mention most of the bathroom floor) from head to toe in almost an entire bottle of baby lotion…
And stuck a disney photo pass card (they look like credit cards, if you’ve never seen them before) into our computer floppy drive and said to me “Mom, I paid”…
I love her guts and there’s nothing she can do to make me stop.
Oh and on an unrelated note…
Here is a pic I got of Mose that cracks me up. He looks like a cartoon.
The day finally arrived, as I knew it probably would… Carmen cut her own hair. I knew it probably would happen because number 1: I am a very forgetful/easily distracted person, with a nursing baby. Number 2: she is a cunning little girl who has always gotten into EVERYTHING.
She has already taken my craft scissors to many other things, so I don’t know why I was surprised to find 5 inches of her hair adorning my sofa pillow. I guess none of the other stuff she has cut up was important enough for me to not keep scissors in my knitting bag, until now. I know, I know *forehead smack, shaking head in shame*. I was actually hoping that it was the feathers out of my sofa pillow when I came down from putting Moseley down for a nap, I don’t really like those pillows anyway. But no, in fact it was all of her curls from the left side of her head. This picture is of her after I cut the rest of her mullet off… As you can see, I couldn’t bear to go as short as she cut it, but oh well. She will just have to rock the asymmetrical a-line bob for a while.
Trying to get her to hold still for a picture, is just about impossible these days.
Yeah, lay down… that’s helpful…
I still think it looks pretty cute… but I am not used to it yet, and I was getting stoked on how long it was finally getting. Oh well, it’ll grow back someday.
Her reaction was actually really cute. When she saw me get all teary eyed about it, she said “here, I’ll give you a hug… shhhhh, it’s ok.” Then when I asked her why she did that (the dumbest question ever, that I seem to ask her anyway… every day) she replied “hurry mom, let’s clean this up before daddy gets home so he won’t be mad.” That seemed to be her biggest concern of the day because when I told her I had to cut the rest of it off, she started crying and saying that daddy was going to be mad at her, and at me for cutting her hair off. He wasn’t mad obviously, but he does like long hair on girls, so he wasn’t too stoked on the new do. He still thinks she’s cute though, and he just has to get used to it, like I do.
It could have been much worse, like my friend Jeanette put it… she could have cut “1/2 inch long dora bangs”. So yeah, I am thanking my lucky stars about that one.
I won’t always have a nursing baby I guess, maybe then I can have nice things… Oh wait, nope… because then he will be a toddler. I just hope he is just not quite as extreme as her. Maybe by then, I will have enough sleep in me to remember basic things like, if you don’t want them to get it… put it away. Durrrrr. I know I am not winning any mother of the year awards any time soon, although in my defense, there is pretty much not a single place in this house that she could not get into, if she puts her mind to it.
Parenting is such a funny thing. I guess I just really had no idea what to expect. This is not the way I pictured things in my mind at all. Not that I don’t love being a mother, because I do, a lot. I just find myself questioning… myself every day, especially the sanity/intelligence parts. (That was a total Austin powers moment: please allow myself to introduce… Myself…) Occasionally I will be so distracted by everything, that I hear completely contradictory statements flying out of my mouth at any given moment. Like yesterday, when Carmen was trying to get my attention by licking the back of my arm, I said to her “if you want to go to your room, you had better stop doing that.” Does anyone else do this? It reminds me of a scene in Emperor’s New Groove:
Ysma: “All right, I’ve had enough of this. Tell us where the talking llama is and we’ll burn your house to the ground.”
Little Boy: “Uh, don’t you mean ‘or’? “
Ysma: “*SIGH* Tell us where the talking llama is OR we’ll burn your house to the ground. “
Little Girl: “Well, which is it? That seems like a pretty crucial conjunction.”
It’s really only a matter of time until Carmen figures out that she is really smarter than me.
On the plus side, she does keep things lively, and always has something funny to say. Like when Moseley has something on his face she says “Look mom, he has a mustache on his chin.” Or this morning when Lee was about to leave she told him she was going to make him a “work cake”. I guess if you need an excuse to make a cake, work is as good as any. That kid loves to bake, and eat cake… a girl after my own heart.
I think these personality traits will pay off well for her when she gets to adult hood. It’s just my job to keep her reigned in so she can make it there eventually. I think I am having a similar experience to what Lee’s mother had to endure with him as a child. While he adamantly denies he ever gave her any grief, she told me that at one point, she would have sold him to anyone who would have given her a dollar. So funny!
At the end of the day, Carmen is awesome and spunky, and even if she shaved her head she would still be gorgeous. I would never trade any of her qualities for any amount of dollars in the world, (I will just hope that some of them are strictly traits of toddler-hood ;)).
I just love that kid’s stinkin’ guts!
P.S. if you haven’t seen emperor’s new groove… it’s hilarious, not just for a kid show, I love it.
Since I had my girls weekend last week, Lee decided he needed a guys weekend as well, and since his cousin (that he hardly ever gets to see because he is a military doctor) invited him to Mesquite to get some good hookups for golf… he jumped at the chance. Unfortunate timing, I would say, since I am in my last month of pregnancy and this baby is already so huge… but I let him go, none the less.
He is still there, and I haven’t had any signs of labor so far… so that is good. And Lauren’s husband was out of town too, so she came to stay with me just in case I did go into labor, I wouldn’t be alone. We got baby sitters both nights and went out to dinner and movies, which was really nice because I don’t know the next time I will get to do that for a while.
On the flip side, I seem to have lost my mind yesterday because I cant seem to go two seconds without getting hurt. Last night before we left, I was chasing my dear sweet 2 year old who refused to listen to me, down the stairs and slipped, landing right on my back and falling down a few steps. Luckily I didn’t land on my belly… but I did get pretty bruised up trying to catch myself on the railing (which didn’t work). I was ok enough to still go out, especially because that would be a lot less work sitting in a movie than it would be to chase Carmen around some more.
Then I thought the drama was over until I was rummaging through my purse this morning looking for my keys while walking to the front door to lock it. Unfortunately I was so flustered from trying to get that same dear sweet 2 year old ready for church and loaded in the car, that I forgot to look for the small step leading to our front porch. I then kicked it as hard as I could with an open toed shoe, and being top heavy as it is, went right down… hard. Once again I must have angels looking out for me because I didn’t hit my belly. The brunt of it was on my hand and knee, and when I realized what had happened I was laying on my side with the contents of my purse spilled out next to me.
Lauren was not fortunate to see either of these embarrassing feats of acrobatics, lucky for me, because I’m sure they would have been a sight to behold.
Needless to say, I am not feeling so great now. I feel like I have been in a car accident, which is really just wonderful because being at my huge pregnant state, I was already having a hard time getting around with all my joints aching all the time. Now I feel like I cant even move. I probably shouldn’t, since I cant seem to stay on my feet anyway, but that doesn’t make for such easy parenting.
I took a nap after our super early church ended. Carmen woke up an hour after I fell asleep, which was definitely not long enough of a nap after all that commotion. So I just thought I would put a show on in my room, and let her watch it while I slept a little longer. Not a good idea, since I really was exhausted. When I fell back to sleep it was like I took a sedative, and I had no idea what Carmen was doing. I woke up to see her standing next to my bed with white all over her face, holding a spoon. She said “Ice cream” as she ran back out of my door, but I thought surely she had just gotten a small container of yogurt out of the fridge right?… wrong. I staggered out to open the door to my bedroom to find the entire carton of ice cream sitting on the carpet and her and tiger helping themselves to a Sunday treat. Awesome.
I need Lee back here… I am losing it. And unfortunately as soon as he gets back, he goes right back to work. I don’t know how I am going to make it through the next few weeks.
I went to the doctor on thursday, and she said she will strip my membranes this Friday to see if that will get things moving. If that doesn’t work, I am going to probably be induced the week after that.
I have been so nervous about the actual labor and delivery, I have forgotten to be nervous about having 2 kids to attend to. And after this weekend of such sweet obedience (sarcasm, if you can’t tell) from Carmen, I am in for a real treat. Although I guess the reason I haven’t been stressing about that as much is because I am the type that feels like if I have my physical strength back, I can accomplish anything. It is just making it to that point that worries me, because I literally have no physical strength left anymore, and that just does not work with Carmen. She is way too strong willed, and smart. She knows if she can make it under the table or behind the chaise lounge, I can’t get to her to do anything about her behavior… and she’s right, I can’t. And there is only so much that can be done with threats. I guess you can never really appreciate your health and strength, until it’s gone.
Anyway so yeah, that was my fun, and not so fun weekend.
Sorry about that long post… rant over.
I take pictures of Carmen all the time on my phone, because let’s face it… those two are always with me, but I hardly ever post them because they are grainy and not great. However, I was looking through them and realized there are some real gems in there that I need to document. So this will be a tribute to all the funny things I catch Carmen doing (the ones I happen to think to take a picture of anyway).
I’ll start with her taking a picture of me with her cell phone, while I take a picture of her with mine. She is a mini-me.
Here she is making daddy cute. Notice fashionable hello kitty hair clip and sweet shades. I think it suits him.
In this one she is just helping herself to a light snack. (yes that is half a loaf of french bread, if you can’t tell)
I put Carmen down for a nap in her big girl bed the other day. However when I went to check on her, she was nowhere to be found… recognize the crib bedding I made for the baby? Yes she is fast asleep.
And lastly the classic belly shot.
Don’t worry about the fact that she looks like a ragamuffin in all the above pics, I do love my child, but I’m also pregnant so sue me. I always try to make sure she looks decent in public (I know my blog is public, whatev).
I was craving cheesecake yesterday, so I loaded up Carmen and headed to the grocery store to buy all the ingredients. After that, she and I spent the evening making the cheesecake together. It was really fun, and she seemed excited to help, and to eat it. Cheesecakes are better if you let them sit in the refrigerator over night so, I stuck it in the fridge with the anticipation that we would eat it today after dinner.
Earlier this morning Carmen went to the fridge to get a snack. She saw a large container of strawberries on the second to highest shelf that looked particularly good, so she climbed up and grabbed it off the shelf. I could hear what she was doing but I couldn’t see, so when I heard something crash, I asked “her what just fell?”.
She said “Chicken” (which I assumed was the leftovers I had put in a tupperware the night before) . She then followed that up by slamming it in the fridge door a few times and then, to figure out why the door wouldn’t close she got down to investigate and when I heard her say to me “I think it’s squishy”, I knew I had better put down my knitting and get over there to see what it was. When I got to the fridge, there was my darling sweet child with her foot in the middle of my cheesecake.
With the shock of seeing her stepping on my cheesecake (which was really the first big thing I’ve baked since feeling better from the morning sickness), combined with my pregnancy hormones, I just started to cry. She looked up at me and saw that I was actually sad, she immediately started saying “I’m sorry mom… I’m sorry I stomp on your cheesecake” Then she hugged me and said “It’s ok, daddy will come home and give you a hug.” It was really actually very sweet how sorry she was.
Luckily it landed face up and had plastic on top, so I was able to salvage most of it. I did have to straighten out my spring form pan that got slammed in the fridge, but no harm no foul… right? It still tasted good.
So without further ado, this is what it was supposed to look like:
And this is how it actually looked:
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