Thursday, May 20, 2010

Pink or Blue?


We had our twenty week ultrasound this week.

Gratefully, everything seems to be growing and developing as it should with New Baby.

We also decided to find out if O. and N. will be having a baby brother or sister.

The answer was...







photo by drcorneilus via PhotoRee

photo by monohex via PhotoRee

photo by IngaMun via PhotoRee

We are pretty thrilled to have these things reappearing at our house.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Random O. and N. Stuff


I'd love to come up with some sort of witty, well thought out introduction to what follows. But mostly it's just a collection of great stuff overheard and observed around here lately that I don't want my hormone-addled mind to misplace forever.

While watching an episode of Discovery's Life focused on plants, specifically the Venus Flytrap.
O: I wouldn't want to get trapped in one of those, would you?
N: No. I no want to get stuck in there!
Me: Don't worry, those are little. You couldn't get stuck in there.
N: But I little!
Me: Not that little, sweetie pea.
O: Mom, do you think that's God talking on there? (this would be in reference to series narrator Oprah Winfrey)

N., pretending to tuck her stuffed ponies into bed. "Here you comfy blankie. It so soft and comfy. Sweet dreams."

N. snuggling into my neck: "Oh Mommy, Mommy. You my best Mommy."

N., after seeing me bump into something: "You hall right, Mommy?"

N. at her cousin's first communion: "I want a drink, too! I want some of that bread and wine!"

O., dictating a letter he wants me to write in the church bulletin (after checking that it's okay to write on such a thing):
Dear Jesus: On Christmas Eve, you were born. Love, O.

O., after spilling the entire crayon container on the kitchen floor,
"Is this a dream? Because I really need this to be a dream."

N. is crying because she has bumped her head on the table again. I tell her "I'm sorry, sweet girl. Are you okay?"
N: "You not do'ed it! I did it!"

O., doing a triumphant dance in the driveway: "I am the superhero of the world! With integrity!"

On our way to Target to spend some of O's birthday money:
O: "N., don't worry. I have lots of money. I'll buy you whatever you want."
Me: Well, O., you only have twenty dollars. You don't necessarily have enough to buy her whatever she wants."
O: Okay, N., you can pick something from the dollar section."

In the car:
N: "O., my boo boo hurts."
O: "It's just a mosquito bite. You can put cream on it later."
N: "Oh, tanks, O."
O: "Mosquitoes are everywhere all around. Like all bugs are everywhere. They are so small. And mosquitoes drink your blood."
N: "O., this sticker is princesses."
O: "I don't like princesses. Some things about us are different. Some things are the same."
N: "O. look! That dood place for horses."
O.: "There are no horses there. That's a house."
N.: "I see a eagle."
O: "That's not an eagle. It's a hawk."

N: "Mommy, can I have fwidewade?"
Me: "What?"
O: "Mom, she wants Gatorade. How come I can understand her and you can't?"

O: "It's a good thing I grew an inch, so I can be five now. Am I really bigger?"


Is anyone else's child inordinately attached to their Easter eggs? I keep forgetting to throw ours out when O isn't around, and have visions of us having a Templeton Rat rotten egg moment. The week after Easter, when I tried to make egg salad out of them, O. had a full-on meltdown, declaring he wanted to keep his forever. Last week, he played with some of them for a while, peeling shells off of them and grinding them in the garbage disposal. But he wouldn't part with his rainbow egg. Yesterday, I finally talked him into taking a picture of it, and was allowed to trash it.

Want to see what your house could look too, if only your husband were gone on business for most of a week? It's not normally this bad, even when J. is traveling. But O. decided it was a good idea to transfer the entire contents of our game/toy closet in the basement to the family room. That's a sampling. You can't even see the scattered pieces of Candy Land, Checkers and Elefun in this shot.



Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Happy Belated Mother's Day!

Mother's Day brought all kinds of wonderful things to the mommy in the Small World. J. and the kids conspired to do several projects -- the first was two flower pots designed and painted by O. and N. (N's was pink and purple; O's primary colors). N. picked out a pink flower for me, and O. cracked all the eggs and served as sous chef to J. for a yummy breakfast.
The second project was to construct a new vegetable garden in the spot on the side of the house where we had an entire tree's worth of firewood stacked last year. J. split and stacked it in the fall, and I convinced J. not to plant grass there. Thanks the the tree being cut down, it's an actual section of sunny yard that is not smack dab in front of the house. Perhaps you remember our experiment with O's own garden last year, and hillbilly pots of overgrown, non-producing tomatoes framing my front door? O's garden is going to be the herb garden this year -- right now we've got basil and dill started.
The weather was not too nice for much of the day, but by about four o'clock it was sunny and a little warm. Here are some shots of the project in progress.






Tomatoes, peppers, zucchini, watermelon, onions, cucumbers and green beans in the ground! Nothing big, nothing fancy, but just what I've always wanted.
I think this is the first picture of me with ALL my kids noticeable. It's probably the best we're going to see for a few more years. Sorry it took 20 weeks to photograph evidence of your impending arrival, New Baby. And thank you, O., N. and J. for such a nice Mother's Day. I love you all.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

You Want to Eat The Cake Too??


Last week was birthday week for O. (Yes, we do birthday weeks around here. One day simply isn't enough for all the celebrating!). He had a fabulous time wearing the birthday hat at school, eating mini corn-dogs at dinner out with Grandma and Grandpa, and sampling four different birthday cakes.

I personally only made two of the birthday cakes, and as I did, I held my breath until I discovered what the cake disaster might be this year. I've been making birthday cakes for my kids every year since their first birthdays, and when it comes to O.'s, I don't exactly have a great track record. There's been some sort of cake related debacle every year.

For his first birthday, it was the cake that was supposed to be a bathtub with floating rubber ducks in it that mysteriously ran liquidly all over my oven, and refused to set up, remaining a strange gelatinous consistency. I say mysteriously, but it was really only a mystery until I realized that I had not put any eggs into the batter at all. Since this was before I learned any of my eggless baking tricks, it didn't work out so well. I had to remake that one.

The next year, I spent a whole afternoon making a train-shaped cake, with mini-loaves decorated to look like each different type of car. It turned out really well, and I was exhausted by the end of the process. We left the cake on a card table in the dining room and went out to dinner. We returned to find half of the cars inhaled by our hungry dog, half-chewed pretzel logs from the timber car and all. Luckily, I had made a few extra mini-loaves, but an extra trip tot he grocery store was required to replace the icing.

You'd think at this point, that I'd have given up the next year and ordered a cake, right? You wouldn't know me very well. Give me a situation where I've encountered obstacles or difficulty, and the stubborn side of me rises right up. I'll prove I can do it once and for all. Ordering a cake would just be some sort of admittance of failure, and I'm a little too Virgo for that. Also, sometimes being a stay at home mom brings out this sort of craziness in you, where you think you need to have some sort of concrete proof that you don't spend your day eating bonbons or whatever. Like my good friend who told me that when she was raising her kids, she started making her own oxford-cloth buttondown collared shirts, spending days on each, when she could have just saved umpteem hours and dollars by picking one up at JCPenneys.

So, for O's third birthday, we went for the Diego/Jungle themed cake. Luckily, this one involved no elaborate carving or decorating. It was just a sheet cake with plastic animals plopped on top. No problem, right? The cake turned out just fine, got iced no problem. O. even helped me sanitize some of his toy animals in the kitchen sink before we put them on top together. Half an hour later, he had hives the length of both arms. Obviously an allergic reaction to the Spic and Span we used as a cleaner, and I was dosing my boy with Benadryl the day of his own party.

Last year, the problem was relatively minor, just a big crater that developed in the center of the dinosaur cake and had to be filled with icing multiple times.

It's become a bit of a running joke: what's going to be the cake disaster this year? Why give up making the cakes when you have such suspense awaiting you?

This year, as mentioned, we were more on a birthday week sort of plan. J. was out of town on O's actual birthday, so we were saving the big celebration for the weekend. But I had to make a birthday treat for him to take to school. He requested Jello Jigglers shaped like dinosaurs, which should have been just fine, except that I found one of the four required boxes of black cherry gelatin unopened in the sink after I slid the pan into the fridge. They fell apart as soon as I tried to cut them out. You guessed it: another run to Krogers in my pajamas for do-over Jello.

At the last minute, I decided he needed some sort of cake on his real birthday, and I had NO interest in returning to the grocery store, so I smeared a log of cookie dough into a pizza pan and made him a chocolate chip cookie cake. O. loved it, and couldn't wait to share some with his dad. Except the dog knocked the pan on the ground onto my freshly mopped floor the next afternoon.

So, it turns out that the key to defeating the birthday cake jinx is to run some preliminaries and have your stumbling occur there. Because on the party day, when it came time to make the dinosaur/dragon O. had his heart set on from the Family Fun website and I actually believed was well beyond my meager cake decorating skills, we had NO PROBLEMS.

I think he was pretty pleased, even after a long day full of a dinosaur party at the museum with his buddies, and a soccer game played with a nasty cough/sinus infection and only one sub, and far too much excitement over a pile of presents.