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The kids finally got new pajamas.  Jonathan, of course, says he’s “Heatblast”…one of the Ben 10 aliens.  Marissa insisted on having the pink ones with horses.  Nana would be proud.

Jonathan went to a “Hero Party” today dressed as Ben 10.  For all of you without young boys at home, Ben 10 is a boy that owns a special watch.  This watch, called the “omnitrix” can turn Ben into any one of ten aliens.  Adam and I discussed buying a present for his friend.  Adam complained that we needed to get something cheap.  I reminded him that this friend had come to Jonathan’s party and had given him a really nice gift, so we needed to repay in kind.  “Or at least,” I said, “have it LOOK expensive.”  Adam took the kids to choose a gift.  I picked Jonathan up from the party and on the way home I pointed to the huge building by Gunnies that we call the “Monstrosity.”  “I wonder if they’ll ever finish that building,” I said aloud to Jonathan.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Actually, I think they started building it and then ran out of money…so they stopped building,” I commented.

“Yeah…and they’re probably all dead now.”

“What?” I querried.

“All the guys building that building…they’re probably all dead…they started it so long ago.”

I had to giggle a little to myself at his observation.  Then as we got home, I went to change out of my work clothes to be comfortable for the football game.  Adam came in and said, “So, I asked Jonathan how his friend liked her present.  He said ’she liked it, but I told her it was the cheapest one we could get.’”

“He said that!” I gasped.

“Yup.”

Be careful what you say around your children.  Everything is fair game for repetition.

I just wanted to post some cute pics of the kids! Enjoy!

One of my friends made this blanket for Savanna when she was born. It has since become her favorite possession. Known as “big blankie”, it goes everywhere with her and is almost a part of the family. I catch myself referring to the blanket at “her”. Whenever I wash big blankie it is a big deal and Savanna has to check the dryer a few times to make sure she is okay. One thing she started doing awhile ago was putting the corner of the blanket in her nose while she sucks her thumb, the ultimate comfort for my daughter. Recently, though it has become even weirder. She now has a specific corner she prefers for her nose, referred to as “the right corner”. I have been awakened several time in the night to her crying saying she needs the right corner. I hand her each corner and like a blind person touching someone’s face to see what they look like, she carefully examines each corner until she has found the right one, puts it in her nose, her thumb in her mouth and goes back to sleep. You know, this has just become a part of life at our house, but now that I am writing it down, oh boy!

I love this guy! And you will too 🙂
You have to pause the playlist first to hear it.

If you think this is funny, you have to check out the rest of his work. Check him out on Youtube. Some of my favorites are UPS, Food Labels, Clock…Too many to list…

Thanks Shannon for changing my life 🙂

So, in the middle of the night last night, I felt a tap on my shoulder.  It is always all I can do to not gasp when my kids do that to me.  Anyway, Marissa is standing there in the dark crying.  “I had a bad dream,” she said.  My first reaction was, “I’m sorry, what was it about?”  The kids can never answer this in the middle of the night.  I hugged her and tried to talk to her, but as the words came out of my mouth, I realized that I was still asleep and I wasn’t making sense.  “So you woke up in the night and you were hungry?” I mumbled.  She just stared at me…which she had every right to do.  “Um, mommy is too tired to talk about it right now,” I said.  I gave her a hug, she asked if she could sleep with me…and I said no.  She asks this almost every night.  She padded off and went back to bed.

This morning, she informed me that she had a bad dream last night.  “I know, I’m sorry that I was so asleep when you tried to talk to me,” I apologized.  “I dreamed that I was late to school,” she stated very seriously.  I had to stifle a laugh.  This was her nightmare?  “Well, we aren’t ever late to school…don’t worry…it was just a dream.”  Jonathan had come out to hear what her dream was about as he sat down to breakfast.  Just as he was finishing his breakfast, he looked at me and said that he’d had a bad dream last night too.  “I dreamed that I accidentally shot Rissa.”

This, apparently, is the difference between a girl nightmare and a boy nightmare.  Interesting.

My mom recently found this jacket and hat at Gymboree and she had to get it.  I had a little photo shoot at home with Brendan.  My job is to make him smile and Adam snaps photos as fast as he can go.  Look at how happy he is.  He’s a stud…not to mention a-dor-able!  I guess I’m biased.

Something fishy is going on around here…

The kids and I went out to dinner last night at one of Sam’s favorite places; Applebees. I was a little nervous going without Jordan, but acutally they were better than usual. It was probably because they didn’t have to fight for my attention. Anyway, I was in the mood for fish (no suprises there) so I ordered their Parmesan Tilapia. It was OK. I’m thankful that Benjamin and Samuel are both very good eaters and for the most part will try anything.

However, you have to be careful with Benjamin because he will eat and eat till he’s sick. So I wasn’t suprised that after nearly finishing his kids sized meal, he went after mine. He took most of my broccoli and showed interest in the fish. I am a little possessive about my food, so I only gave him 2 small bites. Well, it’s a good thing I didn’t give him more becasue apparently our little guy is allergic to fish, or at the very least just had an isolated food reaction to it last night.

About 3 hours after putting him to bed, he woke up with abdominal pain that upset him for a couple hours. In the morning, one of his eyes had swollen slightly; but no visible rash. I was certain it had been caused by the fish. I really hope it doesn’t end up being a food allergy; what a bummer that would be. Can you imagine having to tell Benjamin that there’s something he can’t put into his mouth?