Conversations Home from School

Jimmy asking Logan: How big do you think I am?
Logan: 100
Jimmy: How big is mommy?
Logan: 20


Logan: My teacher said Ryker has dirt in his ears.
Mom:  Why does she say that?
Logan: He doesn't listen very well.
Mom: What did the teacher do about it?
Logan: She cleaned out his ears.
Mom: How did she do that?
Logan: I don't know.


Logan: Nate got in trouble today.
Mom: What happened?
Logan: He was supposed to say "please".  He said "poop".

These are serious offenses people ;)  I wish these were the type of problems adults face.

The Hulk

My baby straight jacket arrived and I was (you heard it "was") over the moon.  Everly as I think I may have mentioned before has been breaking her swaddle at night.  This has caused both of us to lose sleep.  My solution was to get a SwaddleMe.  I've only heard great things from others, so figured a little velcro suit might be our answer.  Below was my trial run and it seemed flawless, she was grunting and wiggling doing her best to get out.

The girl turns into The Hulk at night.  No kidding...green and everything...no, but really, she has the gusto to pull the wrap around part up over her and have it around her neck so her arms are out and she has this band of fabric covering her face...kind of got me worried in the middle of the night...SIDs is always on the back of my mind.  The other time was her arms through the top and out.  Both times as quiet as a church mouse.  As for my technique...I start with those arms straight as a pin (like I reach up under the blankets to hold them in place) and pull as tight as possible.  Miss Sweetness of mine...you're impossible!  So...back to the basic blanket and our mad pulling of fabric around her.

And More

She gets excited about practicing sitting...can you tell?

And I see...

a hand...

nom nom nom!!

Yes, She's Still a Doll

Am I allowed to complain?  She's terribly cute...and makes up for any bit of complaints.  Ok, here's the issue: this girl has a new found talent...breaking a swaddle!  It wouldn't be an issue until it's the middle of the night and she's hitting herself in the face, then thrashing around.  The first time it happened, I nursed her, swaddled her, and rocked her to sleep.  This continued a few nights, then my brain started working.  I got up and just swaddled her and she went right back to sleep.  The other night, I tried to help her fall asleep without swaddling...it just tortured us both.  So...I am awaiting a baby straight jacket essentially hoping it's the answer to our middle of the night wake ups.  

She's in 3-6 month clothes now...she's the size of a mini monster compared to our neighbors 1 month old who we were informed weighs currently 6lbs.  These pictures start kind of showing how cute she gets.  When you get her to really smile she starts bunching into a ball like a little rollie pollie and hides her smiles from the instigator.  She's also become a drool machine, so out pop those cloth bibs to save on outfit changes in the day.  I forget how 3 month olds are hard.  She can't pick up anything with her hands intentionally.  She just wants undivided attention when she's not napping, which naps have gotten less frequent.  It's works out well for me most times unless the normal household chores have been put off too many times due to turning my time to her.  Hard not too.  Still awaiting the milestone of rolling over...

Story Time

Jimmy popped in on Logan in the tub laying down with one of Everly's washcloths on his chest.  Jimmy asks what he's up to, as Logan pours some water over the washcloth.  "Dad, it's my manta ray.  I'm calming him down.  The water calms him down."

Earlier today, Logan shows me his Pterodactyl stuffed animal.  He tells me he recently lost his dad, so he's sad.  He apparently lives up by the light in his room.

This all can happen, however Logan the other day wanted a Dragon Party for dinner one night.  We were having some Chinese food Jimmy cooked up.  I told Logan we're having a China party.  He was less than thrilled as he does not like "China" food.  I told him we even have a dragon!  Jimmy calls the tubes of diapers that we throw away (compliments of our diaper genie) "poop dragons."  I told Logan for our fun activity we will get to take the poop dragon for an adventure to the dumpster.  Logan was insistent it was not a dragon.  Back and forth we argued about his need to use his imagination and him telling me poop dragons are not real.   Maybe it was lack of sleep or something, but I was doubled over in laughter over my sons ridiculousness...probably you'd have to be there.  Actually probably not...Jimmy was not laughing as he was getting tired of the overemotional bit from both of us.  What a night.

Ironic how some days Logan's imagination is detailed and with even unusual objects such as a washcloth and other days I need to tell him to use his imagination.


If I'm posting, may as well add photos.  Everly is getting into story time even.  She quietly listens the entire time.

Labor Day Weekend

Now with school in full force, we knew we had to take advantage of the whole family being together on another day aside from Sundays.  We decided to take a dip in the pool and got our glow in the dark mini golf on.  I did my best to keep these boys away from electronics during our planned outing, little did I know that Fat Cats has an arcade.  The noise and lights had these boys of mine mesmerized...it just sucked them in.  Mainly Jurassic Park's arcade game. There was this grandpa/grandson monopolizing the game.  So, EVERY game Logan was playing he kept checking it.  Finally it got freed and you would of thought Logan was on a trampoline.  He was bouncing like a little bunny rabbit the rest of our time there.  Needless to say we had fun together.

Everly I knew was super hungry, past her eating time.  Her outfit and blanket were glowing, that girl was content as ever basking in the glory of this odd environment, hah!

Logan told us that he is going to get a shark for a pet.  I, of course pointed out how it'll eat him.  He said, "mom I'm smart, I'll just ride on his back."  Gosh, why didn't I think of that?

Big Beautiful Eyes

Can you believe I get to look at this face all day?  Love her.

In fact, we were looking at old videos of Logan and my faded memory remembers him being an easy baby, which he was.  This girl just has brought it to a whole new level.  There are those babies like Logan that seem to fuss for no real good reason.  They are fed and well napped, no burping needed.  I just brushed it off as the mood changed in 2 seconds.  This girl...really she is so laid back.  I lay her on the floor, I put her in the swing...she does not need any sort of entertainment, she'll just stare at her toes for a while or watch what we're doing silent as ever.  It's so nice and all I wonder is what does she spend her time thinking about?  We really are blessed.  This sort of stuff makes one think having another is no big deal...haha, famous last words ;)

I doubt I'm alone, but it sure feels like I put this girl in a cute outfit and it gets puked on in...what...2 minutes.  If I get her in a simple onsie...it lasts all day!  It's like she knows.  My favorite is this flamingo outfit and without fail it has a massive blowout or insane amount of spit up in 2-5 minutes.  Truly without fail...it kills me, but I keep trying because it's just so darling.  Take a picture because it will last longer, right?

Photographer

Jimmy's parents hired a talented photographer capturing a bunch of amazing shots of these kiddos.  What a blessing to have these photos of our darling kids!

Cousins!!

Logan is just the most attentive brother.  Everly is so lucky to have him.  Every morning and afternoon when we arrive at kindergarten he jumps onto the stroller and reaches over the snack tray to give her hugs and kisses.  He stops to tell her about his day (like with full sentences as though she understands).  He does everything to try and make her smile.  He continues to ask if he can hold her.  If she is left in the swing he hops over trying to swing her himself.  He pats her face dry after spit up.  Sometimes there's a little too much love...meaning the hugs get a little too squeezy.

And to end, most of the family caught together.