Monday, July 21, 2008

Severe disappointment

It's hard to see your child be disappointed, especially when there's nothing you can do about it.  This is a hard part of parenting...usually.  Today it was just plain funny.  I've learned recently that I'm terrible at hiding a smile in the hopes that my child will not think I'm laughing.

Anna is playing quietly and looks up to ask me, "Is Peyton Manning already married?"

"Yes, babe, he is."

"Well, is Eli Manning married?"

Again, "Yes, he is."

The wind?  Out of her sails.  Completely.  

"Oh.  (She's so sad that she can no longer sit up.  She flops down on her back and drops the My Little Pony she'd been playing with.)  That makes my heart so sad.  I wanted to marry Peyton Manning."

Chris had a cow.  Then he had a phone conversation with her informing her that at the age of 4 she need not be concerned about who she would marry.  Not for a long, long time.

Friday, July 18, 2008

How's that?

How do you say the capital city of Indiana?  It seems that somewhere along the way all of our kids created a new pronunciation.  Indaleeapolis.  I love it!

Sunday, July 13, 2008

No Wheels

Today was monumental for our family.  Chris and I took the kids to the Children's Museum after church.  We did not take a stroller.  We did not take a diaper bag.  I didn't even take a camera.  We just took the kids.  It was somewhat odd to walk in without anything "baby" in tow.  Remarkable?  Yes.  The fact that Samuel told us when we needed a potty break (three times!) and stayed dry while we enjoyed an afternoon out was even more remarkable!  I guess this is the first line in a new chapter of our lives...

Thursday, July 10, 2008

3rd candidate

If  the votes for the next presidential election were cast today, there would be one very confused four year old (eek--five year old by then!).  Anna is quite sure that if she could vote, she'd vote for "Jon and Kate (plus 8)".  Evidently when we've watched O'Reilly and talked at home, she's thought that John McCain was really "Jon and Kate".  Dad got it right, though.  That would be an interesting presidency.

For the record, Samuel was DRY ALL DAY!  SIX, count 'em 6, successive successful trips to the potty.  As of yesterday, it was like trying to drag a mule.  What happened last night?  Whatever it was, I'm loving it!

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Out of order


4th of July, Terre Haute, IN

The kids had a great time, and Chris and I were very entertained by the band, the kids, and the locals.  Perhaps my favorite memory of this great day together was seeing Samuel get knocked over by the fireworks multiple times.  We were at a safe distance and he didn't get hurt.  It was the sound that knocked him off his feet.  I didn't even take my camera (gasp!) so these images will just have to be burned in my memory!  Stay away, alzheimers!  (I used to think that it was "old timer's".)

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Hip, Hip, Hooray!

I can hardly contain my excitement for my friends H & W who are, as I write, getting introduced to their new son! We just returned from their daughter's 3rd birthday party where we chatted briefly about how long it might be before they got the call they've been wanting in regard to their expanding family. Evidently I left just a few minutes too early or I would have been there when they got the call! Well, I say too early. If they'd seen me for the last few minutes they would be quite glad that I wasn't there. I tend to make a scene when I get overly excited. My poor kids must think I'm a complete nut. W asked if the party would make the blog. I had said "yes", but as great as the party was (and we truly celebrate R's life!), the party just got trumped! Still, you made the blog. :)

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

3, 2, 1...

Latest adventure:

I took the kids yesterday-by myself-to the movies. It was the first time any of them had been to a movie theater, so they were somewhat awestruck. The theater here in Noblesville does free movies for kids in the summer, so we saw (VeggieTales) The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything. Samuel was just too cute...Bob and Larry! Bob and Larry! BIG Bob and Larry! It seems like I shouldn't have to still be so proud to take the kids to something like that by myself, but the I stop and realize that they're still little and new places are more scary for me than them. They don't know what (or who) could hurt them, and I am like a crazy protective mom in situations like that. So, for them or for me, who had the biggest adventure? I don't know, but we ALL had fun.