Thursday, August 14, 2014

Back to School 2014

The children fought tooth and claw over a used Brita filter last week. This mama is counting down the days until school starts.

I am going back to work PT this fall. I have been looking forward to and dreading the change, so I have a little more compassion for the children's feelings this year as they too, embark on new challenges. In a way, it will only be an extension of parenting; I will be working at the Nugget's school's aftercare and at Tater's home-based preschool. I have 2/3 of my brood with me each time I go to work, like my own little (demanding) security blanket.  It will be an adjustment for sure, but I am very happy and proud that the work will help contribute to the children's tuition, and I feel confident that I can make a positive contribution to both schools.  No clue what it means for this blog, but I intend to at least still log the funny/cute things the kids say here.



Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Celebrating with Cabbage

So dear cousin Cabbage (the Nugget's birthday buddy) turned 4, and since they moved back to the Midwest, we were able to road trip it out to celebrate with her! Bonus that she had a Frozen themed party, which is the trend du jour in our house too. We also took the kids to the zoo and got to spend time with Uncle T, Aunt A, Grammy, and Grandpa, so it was a a very fun trip.

 Cabbage did not want to have the birthday song sung to her, but she faced down her fears.

These two together always melt my heart.

Spork to Cabbage's Uncle K: I'm going to play inside....with you! (Tapping a befuddled K on the chest for emphasis.)
K: Me?!
Spork: Yeah! C'mon.
 The Nugget feels he is outgrowing these things, but Cabbage talked him into it.  Anything for Cabbage!

 Spork and Uncle T.

Shortly after this picture was taken, I had to tell my darling daughter, "We don't lick the tram."  She still chirps occasionally, "We don't lick tram!  No lick the tram!"

Grammy and Grandpa with all the grandkids!

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Whee-hoo!

The Nugget continues to speak like he's a storybook character, and it makes me positively gleeful.

Out of the blue, several months after the experience,
"We sure had a fun-filled day when Daddy gave us a tour of the library!"

While perusing a grocery store circular,
"Mommy, this Kroger ad says something impertinent.  'Gimme some sugar!' Hahaha!" I wonder if I left an SAT prep book on his bookshelf by accident sometimes.

Upon harvesting our first cucumber from the garden, he squealed and asked, "Can you take a picture and send it to Farmer C?" Farmer c ran the farm camp he attended back in June, and I did indeed email her the picture. She was tickled pink and wrote back telling Brady he grew himself one respectable cuke! (Please note the realistic kitchen mess in the background. Mamas, you too can grow respectable cucumbers if your countertops are far from respectable, ha!)


Spork loved swim lessons. He learned how to do a solo "blast off" (launching himself from the side of the pool to an adult) and perfected his jump into the pool from the side, going all the way underwater, landing on the pool floor, and pushing himself back up to the surface. He also did the last two lessons sans parent, so the instructor is moving him on up. Golden Guppy 2, here he comes!

While getting his hair cut, Spork's hairdresser was chatting with her co-worker.  When she asked him, "Where did Abby go?", Spork (who did not meet Abby) chimed in, "I dunno!  I saw her..." 

Spork also got to participate in dance camp for the first time this summer.  He was beyond pleased about being a big kid going to camp and would whine each morning because the Nugget's camp started an hour prior to his own.  At pickup, I would always ask him what he did/liked at camp that day, and he would beam and say proudly, "I danced!"  So much cuter if you know him personally and can picture him saying it in his sweet voice.  His teacher reported that he was "very enthusiastic".

In other Spork news, we were excited to get an opportunity to visit with his Poppy (birthdad).  We hadn't seen him since planning the adoption, so we were a bit nervous!  The visit went better than we could have expected; Spork warmed up without skipping a beat, and we had a fun afternoon at the Chicago Kids' Museum.  We are hoping that it is just the first visit of many more to come.


Squee!  Beavs made a beeline for some lumber!

Spork and Tater both say, "Whee-hoo!" when they are excited about something.

Instead of saying, "the other crayon/dog/sandwich", she says, "other one crayon/dog/sandwich." One adorable example of this is that she refers to all blankets except the one blanket to rule them all as, "other one bonky". On a similar note, Spork often asks, "What dat is?" Maybe they are just speaking Yoda.

Tater's favorite game is called, "Eggie, baby Eggie." It involves her snuggling into a beanbag chair with her trinity, then popping up to yell, "Eggie hatching!"

These days, Tater tells us that Hippo is often feeling sad or angry. When we inquire with concern, she simply states, "Eyes hurting."

This picture perfectly encapsulates the essence of Tater.  Love that bold girl!