Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Skip, Hop, Jump
Micah started Gymnastics--'scuse me, "Tum-bool-ing." Amazing to see 'em grow and lasso their own personalities and love of different things. She picked out the leotard herself on the "Target Shopping Day" you may have already read about. It is the leotard she peed in before we actually owned it. Anyway, she is so excited and just counts down the days until her alotted 30 minute timeslot rolls around every Monday. This week was my first to go due to swim lessons I teach, and I got her dressed which explains the obvious fit of fury I was in, seeing as Elmo's face appears multiple times around the leg holes. Right now it's cute...one day, she may hate me for it. But, here are the most adorable photos of any 3 year old named Micah I know. 
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
It's Hot
Do you know what the air temperature is that blows from your air conditioner in your car when it decides to go out? At 8 pm, it was 100 degrees...bummer.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Little Girls
Me: "What did you like best about your class tonight?"
Trinity: "All that punching and kicking."
(She is taking karate.)
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Me: "It is so fun to see our friend, isn't it?"
Micah: "Yeah, I just want to eat him up."
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Emory: "Ta Tu! Ta Tu! Ta Tu!"
Translation: "Give me the yogurt now before I bite you."
Trinity: "All that punching and kicking."
(She is taking karate.)
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Me: "It is so fun to see our friend, isn't it?"
Micah: "Yeah, I just want to eat him up."
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Emory: "Ta Tu! Ta Tu! Ta Tu!"
Translation: "Give me the yogurt now before I bite you."
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
18 Months Old
From the NICU baby we couldn't even hold for much too long...
...to the 18 month old who has proven her strength.
Happy big toddler birthday to you Emory.
...to the 18 month old who has proven her strength.
Happy big toddler birthday to you Emory.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Did you see her?
Did you see that woman yesterday? Did you go to Target? If you did, you couldn't have missed her. You know. The one with the children who were just plain wild.
I was appalled. It was like they had never stepped foot in public until yesterday. From the second the automatic doors flung themselves open welcoming whatever could walk itself through them, my mouth hung open in disbelief. How could a seemingly well bred woman who appeared to have herself halfway together, create offspring of this nature?
At first sight, they began bickering over which basket would be the one they took, even though every single basket was EXACTLY the same. She seemed flustered from the get-go --trying to please all the children but realizing she would have to grow 4 more arms for the event.
As they finally ventured on, they moved to the Dollar Bin. You know the one. At the front of the store with knick knacky seasonal goods placed so orderly in separated shelving units. So enticing. As they all descended on the bins, it began to look as though large pieces of confetti were flying through the air. Destined to find "the one," they looked to the bottom of each stack rifling through and shuffling around until not a single item was in its right place. THE HORROR.
I began thinking, "Surely, a woman of average intelligence would never have gone at this feat alone. Surely, someone warned her that her children must first have some social etiquette courses before she attempted to mainstream them into society."
Then, shock set in. It was then that I began to have pity on the poor woman. The anger that she would subject other people to her obvious disregard for discipline subsided and pity set in. The middle of the three children began to scale a clothing rack. Quite quickly, with much skill, she started at the bottom of the rack until she was finally perched above the 50% off sign. You know the one. One by one, with each foot placement, bathing suits and other marked-down items took their ghastly tumble onto the floor. But that's not all. It wasn't completely done. Not yet. Realizing that a few items were left hanging on the rack, the child reached out like a monkey reaching for a banana and began swatting until the last article had fallen to the floor.
In her panic and failed attempts at getting the younger child safely buckled into the basket so that she could deal with the animal hanging from the sale sign, she stumbled and knocked a separate rack to the floor. Poor woman. My God, help her.
Once securely wrangled, she placed the monkey child on the floor to have a talk with her. God forbid anyone see her lose her patience. She spoke in a calm, loving voice explaining the wrongs of the event and firmly demanded help picking up all of the items. At the mention of this, the child took off running through every possible rack laughing and screaming. The poor woman was ragged. What was just a few short minutes seemed like hours.
Once it seemed as though she FINALLY had the situation under control, they headed off to the dressing room. It wasn't until her attempts at getting her children out of the gymnastics suits they had tried on did I notice her again. The shrieks from inside the dressing room were deafening.
As it turned out, they all appeared with suits on and a fitting room attendant escorting them to the front of the store so the children could stay in their desired suits. What a pity. She can't even keep them in order long enough to put on normal clothing!
The rest of the Target event culminated fairly decently (considering the prior behavior) with the exception of one of the children urinating in her new suit while waiting at the checkout line. Nice. They hadn't even paid for it yet.
So, my question is, "Did you see that woman yesterday? Did you go to Target? Did you see her? Did you see me?"
I was appalled. It was like they had never stepped foot in public until yesterday. From the second the automatic doors flung themselves open welcoming whatever could walk itself through them, my mouth hung open in disbelief. How could a seemingly well bred woman who appeared to have herself halfway together, create offspring of this nature?
At first sight, they began bickering over which basket would be the one they took, even though every single basket was EXACTLY the same. She seemed flustered from the get-go --trying to please all the children but realizing she would have to grow 4 more arms for the event.
As they finally ventured on, they moved to the Dollar Bin. You know the one. At the front of the store with knick knacky seasonal goods placed so orderly in separated shelving units. So enticing. As they all descended on the bins, it began to look as though large pieces of confetti were flying through the air. Destined to find "the one," they looked to the bottom of each stack rifling through and shuffling around until not a single item was in its right place. THE HORROR.
I began thinking, "Surely, a woman of average intelligence would never have gone at this feat alone. Surely, someone warned her that her children must first have some social etiquette courses before she attempted to mainstream them into society."
Then, shock set in. It was then that I began to have pity on the poor woman. The anger that she would subject other people to her obvious disregard for discipline subsided and pity set in. The middle of the three children began to scale a clothing rack. Quite quickly, with much skill, she started at the bottom of the rack until she was finally perched above the 50% off sign. You know the one. One by one, with each foot placement, bathing suits and other marked-down items took their ghastly tumble onto the floor. But that's not all. It wasn't completely done. Not yet. Realizing that a few items were left hanging on the rack, the child reached out like a monkey reaching for a banana and began swatting until the last article had fallen to the floor.
In her panic and failed attempts at getting the younger child safely buckled into the basket so that she could deal with the animal hanging from the sale sign, she stumbled and knocked a separate rack to the floor. Poor woman. My God, help her.
Once securely wrangled, she placed the monkey child on the floor to have a talk with her. God forbid anyone see her lose her patience. She spoke in a calm, loving voice explaining the wrongs of the event and firmly demanded help picking up all of the items. At the mention of this, the child took off running through every possible rack laughing and screaming. The poor woman was ragged. What was just a few short minutes seemed like hours.
Once it seemed as though she FINALLY had the situation under control, they headed off to the dressing room. It wasn't until her attempts at getting her children out of the gymnastics suits they had tried on did I notice her again. The shrieks from inside the dressing room were deafening.
As it turned out, they all appeared with suits on and a fitting room attendant escorting them to the front of the store so the children could stay in their desired suits. What a pity. She can't even keep them in order long enough to put on normal clothing!
The rest of the Target event culminated fairly decently (considering the prior behavior) with the exception of one of the children urinating in her new suit while waiting at the checkout line. Nice. They hadn't even paid for it yet.
So, my question is, "Did you see that woman yesterday? Did you go to Target? Did you see her? Did you see me?"
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Lessons Learned
Things I learned today:
Don't give a baby a whole jar of peanut butter with a spoon.
When packing to move, don't mark boxes with an enticing description of contents like, "dress up clothes," or "outdoor toys," which may prompt quick unpacking by owners of the items.
Don't leave Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in the car when it is 105 degrees outside.
Don't open melty Reese's Cups packages at an angle.
Don't ask 3 year olds to help fold laundry or put their own shoes on. ever.
Don't fill up bowls with dry Rice Krispies then hand them over to small children.
Don't put grape juice in a bottle that has the end of the nipple cut off of it.
Don't wear regular mascara when you are going to teach a swimming lesson. (OK, so I knew this already...I guess I must have picked up the wrong tube.)
Don't let small children pee in your bed.
Don't drop cans of sprite on concrete.
And the most important lesson of the day: If you decide to knock over shampoo bottles at the CVS, and you yell "DOMINOS" before you knock the first one over, they often times, really do pretend to be dominos...all 43 of them.
Wish they could be as peaceful as this all the time.
Guess who?
Don't give a baby a whole jar of peanut butter with a spoon.
When packing to move, don't mark boxes with an enticing description of contents like, "dress up clothes," or "outdoor toys," which may prompt quick unpacking by owners of the items.
Don't leave Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in the car when it is 105 degrees outside.
Don't open melty Reese's Cups packages at an angle.
Don't ask 3 year olds to help fold laundry or put their own shoes on. ever.
Don't fill up bowls with dry Rice Krispies then hand them over to small children.
Don't put grape juice in a bottle that has the end of the nipple cut off of it.
Don't wear regular mascara when you are going to teach a swimming lesson. (OK, so I knew this already...I guess I must have picked up the wrong tube.)
Don't let small children pee in your bed.
Don't drop cans of sprite on concrete.
And the most important lesson of the day: If you decide to knock over shampoo bottles at the CVS, and you yell "DOMINOS" before you knock the first one over, they often times, really do pretend to be dominos...all 43 of them.
Wish they could be as peaceful as this all the time.
Guess who?
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Sweet Conversations
Trinity: "Mom, when you were little, did they have the Clifford cartoon?"
Me: "Not that I can remember."
Trinity: "Mom, when you were little did they even have TV's?"
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Me: "Micah, what did you learn about today in Sunday School?"
Micah: "When God sent nannas [bananas] down from heaven."
In this photo: the girls, my niece Selah, my grandmother, and Aunt Liz.
Me: "Not that I can remember."
Trinity: "Mom, when you were little did they even have TV's?"
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Me: "Micah, what did you learn about today in Sunday School?"
Micah: "When God sent nannas [bananas] down from heaven."
In this photo: the girls, my niece Selah, my grandmother, and Aunt Liz.
I love you most.
Is it the perfect-lipped, blondy-locked, most beautifully unkempt silly girl who steals my heart most?
Or, the big-brown eyed, silky-tressed, most articulately sassy firstborn?
Dare I choose?
Good thing I can have them both.
Or, the big-brown eyed, silky-tressed, most articulately sassy firstborn?
Dare I choose?
Good thing I can have them both.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Where've you been?
What? Where have YOU been?
Now that it is July, we are back from hiatus. Many days I wanted to blog, and even had little stories in my mind that I wanted to write about. Instead, I did all I could to stay off the computer for the ENTIRE month of June. Just kidding. I emailed, craigslisted, ebayed, blog read, all just like normal, I just didn't blog. It could be that I just got too busy teaching swimming lessons for 11 hours a day, or maybe it was the 20 hour round trip to Mexico and the group we entertained while there...or it might be that I was quite occupied changing diapers and shuffling children from one place to another. Better yet, the house we are currently remodeling could have taken up a wee bit of time. Or was it working in the nursery or teaching Trinity's class at church that kept me away? No, it must have been the rush trip to Dallas to take care of my 3 year old niece and welcome my new niece into the world.
Whatever kept me away so long, I am back now...so HELLO!
Enjoy this photo of Rinnah Lorraine Portis...my newest niece.
Now that it is July, we are back from hiatus. Many days I wanted to blog, and even had little stories in my mind that I wanted to write about. Instead, I did all I could to stay off the computer for the ENTIRE month of June. Just kidding. I emailed, craigslisted, ebayed, blog read, all just like normal, I just didn't blog. It could be that I just got too busy teaching swimming lessons for 11 hours a day, or maybe it was the 20 hour round trip to Mexico and the group we entertained while there...or it might be that I was quite occupied changing diapers and shuffling children from one place to another. Better yet, the house we are currently remodeling could have taken up a wee bit of time. Or was it working in the nursery or teaching Trinity's class at church that kept me away? No, it must have been the rush trip to Dallas to take care of my 3 year old niece and welcome my new niece into the world.
Whatever kept me away so long, I am back now...so HELLO!
Enjoy this photo of Rinnah Lorraine Portis...my newest niece.
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