Aaron's parents got out the karaoke machine. noah thought he'd sing "16 candles" to Reagan, except he changed it to "1 candle" for his "toddler-aged queen".
(if you don't have time to watch all 3 minutes of it - you should try and watch it from about 2 minutes into it - he starts to really get into his singing)
love that kid!
Monday, August 24, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
all in a word
As Aaron was out of town on business my friend Carrie and her three kids came and spent the night and hung out the following day. by the end of the day, we were both pretty drained from having these five kids in the same house for so long. really, it's not so much the five kids as it is Noah and Jane. For some reason they're like oil and vinegar. it is literally impossible for them to get along for any length of time. separate - they're both great kids. together - it's a constant battle. Anyway, as they're getting ready to leave, Luke and Reagan are walking around being loud like only little children can, Noah has upset Jane to the point of tears and the boys are being loud as they say goodbye. meanwhile, Carrie is trying to get them out to the car, i'm trying to keep reagan in the house and find out what Noah did to Jane and frankly, it was all a bit chaotic. We finally get them all moving towards the door when Noah yells out, "Hey mitch! See ya later dick head".
it was as if for a brief moment in time everything slowed down as i looked at noah with total disbelief that came out of his mouth and Carrie's looking at me and then at noah and i'm trying to figure out if i should throw him in his room or pour a bottle of Tabasco sauce in his mouth. i go for the former.
me: NOAH! on your bed right now!!!!
noah: what? why? what did i do?
me: (octave higher then usual) what did you do? (voice back to normal, but still quite angry) you know we don't talk like that! i can't believe that came out of your mouth and directed at a friend! get in your room while i say goodbye and i'll be in to deal with you in a minute.
noah: (starting to cry) but, mom, it was an accident. i didn't mean to.
me: i don't want to hear it. room. now!
noah stomps off to his room while i say goodbye and help carrie get everyone outside. afterwards, i let noah sit on his bed for 20 minutes before going in. Once i'm in there it's a long talk about how the word he used was not appropriate and we should never call people that. i told him if i ever heard him talk like that again, there would be severe consequences and that we'd talk about it with his father when he gets home the next day.
so, me, being very proud that i didn't have to resort to the hot sauce and that i was able to be calm but firm (in the end at least), i didn't bring it up again until the next day. When i told Aaron, he was pretty mad. (ok, really, he was trying not to laugh, but thankfully he looked appropriately disapproving when we sat down with noah.)
me: naoh, i want you to tell your dad why you got in trouble yesterday.
noah: (looking very worried) no, you tell him. i don't want to.
me: no, you need to tell him.
noah: fine. *sniff* dad, when Mitchell was leaving yesterday I called him *sniff* a duck head.
total silence as it slowly sinks in that i had punished Noah for calling his friend duck head. not dick head. to my credit, it was very loud and he was talking really fast.
at this point, aaron starts laughing and just walks away. i look at a very confused noah and tell him that i'm glad he's learned his lesson and i'm glad it won't happen again.
poor noah.
it was as if for a brief moment in time everything slowed down as i looked at noah with total disbelief that came out of his mouth and Carrie's looking at me and then at noah and i'm trying to figure out if i should throw him in his room or pour a bottle of Tabasco sauce in his mouth. i go for the former.
me: NOAH! on your bed right now!!!!
noah: what? why? what did i do?
me: (octave higher then usual) what did you do? (voice back to normal, but still quite angry) you know we don't talk like that! i can't believe that came out of your mouth and directed at a friend! get in your room while i say goodbye and i'll be in to deal with you in a minute.
noah: (starting to cry) but, mom, it was an accident. i didn't mean to.
me: i don't want to hear it. room. now!
noah stomps off to his room while i say goodbye and help carrie get everyone outside. afterwards, i let noah sit on his bed for 20 minutes before going in. Once i'm in there it's a long talk about how the word he used was not appropriate and we should never call people that. i told him if i ever heard him talk like that again, there would be severe consequences and that we'd talk about it with his father when he gets home the next day.
so, me, being very proud that i didn't have to resort to the hot sauce and that i was able to be calm but firm (in the end at least), i didn't bring it up again until the next day. When i told Aaron, he was pretty mad. (ok, really, he was trying not to laugh, but thankfully he looked appropriately disapproving when we sat down with noah.)
me: naoh, i want you to tell your dad why you got in trouble yesterday.
noah: (looking very worried) no, you tell him. i don't want to.
me: no, you need to tell him.
noah: fine. *sniff* dad, when Mitchell was leaving yesterday I called him *sniff* a duck head.
total silence as it slowly sinks in that i had punished Noah for calling his friend duck head. not dick head. to my credit, it was very loud and he was talking really fast.
at this point, aaron starts laughing and just walks away. i look at a very confused noah and tell him that i'm glad he's learned his lesson and i'm glad it won't happen again.
poor noah.
Monday, August 10, 2009
A very cool afternoon for Noah
a few months ago we had fueling jet, along with 4 smaller jets, fly right above our neighborhood. when i say right above, i literally mean right above. on one of their last circles they flew down the length of our street. it was amazing.
We called my brother Robert, who is a Master Sergeant at the base, and told him about the planes flying around our area. He made a few calls and worked it out so that Noah could come and take a tour of the base and check out the big refueling jet up close. What Noah didn't know, was that Robert had worked it out so that we could actually go on the jet and really check it out. For years he was a boom operator (the guy who would refuel jets while in the air) so it was really cool seeing up close what his job was like.
First we do a quick tour inside the base and see where Robert works. there are no pictures in there because camera's weren't allowed in that room. One of the rooms we could take pictures in was their big briefing room where Noah promptly ran up to the podium to brief us all. it's amazing how much this kid takes after his father. (well, not with his singing abilities - that's all me.)
This is Noah riding in the shuttle that takes the pilots to the planes. It's hard to capture on film just how excited he was. It was impossible not to just sit there and smile as you watched him soak it all in.
Finally, we're on the plane and Noah runs straight to the pilots seat. Here he is pretending to take off...
Here he is pretending the plane is going down in flames...
my two favorite 'pilots' in the entire world...
Aaron, thrilled beyond belief to be strapped in and ready for take-off. seriously, this boy knows how to get into character.
Noah is taking a picture of me after he's just told me the plane is going down and there's no chance of survival...
This is the "chair" that Robert lays on when refueling jets. There's about a 2 inch glass there in front of him that "protects" him when the boom is actually lowered. If they were really refueling right now, the two-paned windows you see (with the green metal around them) would be gone and all you'd see was the plane you're refueling and the ground 35,000 feet below you. crazy.
Watching Noah on that plane was one of the most fun things I've done all summer. For two hours straight he was all smiles and laughter. Not one whine or exasperated look and he didn't even ask me to buy him anything. it was heaven.
At the end of our day, Robert surprised Noah with an autographed picture of the plane we saw flying over our neighborhood. one of the signatures was from the pilot on that plane. It was very cool.
Thanks Uncle Robert!!!!!!
We called my brother Robert, who is a Master Sergeant at the base, and told him about the planes flying around our area. He made a few calls and worked it out so that Noah could come and take a tour of the base and check out the big refueling jet up close. What Noah didn't know, was that Robert had worked it out so that we could actually go on the jet and really check it out. For years he was a boom operator (the guy who would refuel jets while in the air) so it was really cool seeing up close what his job was like.
First we do a quick tour inside the base and see where Robert works. there are no pictures in there because camera's weren't allowed in that room. One of the rooms we could take pictures in was their big briefing room where Noah promptly ran up to the podium to brief us all. it's amazing how much this kid takes after his father. (well, not with his singing abilities - that's all me.)
This is Noah riding in the shuttle that takes the pilots to the planes. It's hard to capture on film just how excited he was. It was impossible not to just sit there and smile as you watched him soak it all in.
Finally, we're on the plane and Noah runs straight to the pilots seat. Here he is pretending to take off...
Here he is pretending the plane is going down in flames...
my two favorite 'pilots' in the entire world...
Aaron, thrilled beyond belief to be strapped in and ready for take-off. seriously, this boy knows how to get into character.
Noah is taking a picture of me after he's just told me the plane is going down and there's no chance of survival...
This is the "chair" that Robert lays on when refueling jets. There's about a 2 inch glass there in front of him that "protects" him when the boom is actually lowered. If they were really refueling right now, the two-paned windows you see (with the green metal around them) would be gone and all you'd see was the plane you're refueling and the ground 35,000 feet below you. crazy.
Watching Noah on that plane was one of the most fun things I've done all summer. For two hours straight he was all smiles and laughter. Not one whine or exasperated look and he didn't even ask me to buy him anything. it was heaven.
At the end of our day, Robert surprised Noah with an autographed picture of the plane we saw flying over our neighborhood. one of the signatures was from the pilot on that plane. It was very cool.
Thanks Uncle Robert!!!!!!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
The kids
Thought I'd throw in some quick updates on the kids. I'm warning you now - this will probably be a long post with lots of pictures. But, grandma has been after me for awhile, so here you go.... Reagan baffles me. Never have I wanted to smother a child with kisses and at the same time tie her to a bed. Seriously, how can you be so in love with that tiny little voice as you hear her learning new words, and yet feel like if you hear her say "wha happened?" one more time you'll tape her mouth shut. Forever she would walk around the house yelling "momma" or "bubba" (what she called Noah), which was fine because she never really expected an answer. Now, however, she's learned to say 'wha happened'. If anything happens - DVD stops working, a dog barks, the wind blows - she'll ask 'wha happened'? but not just once, it's over and over and over again. sometimes she'll say it in slow motion - "wwwhhhhaaaa happppeennned?" and then she'll just look at me, waiting for an answer. it is cute, but really obnoxious after awhile.
Here's a little video of her saying it. She was watching the Wiggles and the DVD must have had a scratch in it and stopped for a second. That got her started and for the next 2 minutes sat there saying 'wha happened'. I finally got the camera out, and caught the end of her repetition. Mind you, it's a long video - so by all means, don't watch it all.
Just when I think she'll be the end of my sanity, she'll do something as simple as just playing around with a hat and i find myself in awe at how adorable she can be...
No real story with the next shot - i just loved her face in it.
This picture of Reagan isn't as cute, as it is funny. well, funny to me - maybe i'm just more tired then i thought. evidently she really wanted a diaper on the outside, so aaron - unable to tell her no - happily obliged.
Lastly, her bedtime request. Most kids ask for one more drink of water - mine ask for marshmallows. oh yes - we feed our children very healthily - especially right before bed. But, she did practice saying 'please' and that's all that counts - right?
As for my update on Noah... He'll be going into second grade in just a few short weeks - it's really freaking me out. Just when I start feeling sad because he's growing up too fast, he'll start whining because he doesn't want to make his bed, and whining because he hasn't had enough wii time and when he is forced to do terrible things - like weeding outside - he makes sure I know "this is the WORST day EVER!!!' and it's in those moments that I think he's not growing up fast enough. Aaron's convinced the reason noah is so dramatic and emotional is because we never beat him as a child. now, while we would never actually beat any of our children, aaron did think a good spanking would have helped him toughen up. however, i'm fairly certain i ruined any chance of that happening by screaming - as aaron was dragging a kicking and crying noah to his bedroom for a spanking - "NO! DON'T SPANK HIM! HE NEEDS TO OBEY US BECAUSE HE LOVES US, NOT BECAUSE HE'S AFRAID OF US!!!! DON'T SPANK HIM!". yeah, let me tell you how much that helped the situation.
i've always said - when noah turns out to be this amazing person someday - it will be in spite of my parenting, not because of it.
Outside of the drama, noah really is the greatest kid and makes me laugh all the time. by far, my favorite clip of him yet, is him on wii Rock Band singing Eye of the Tiger. Holy crap that kid is monotone and yet, he'll stand and sing with the best of them. i love it. Aaron is on the drums and Gramps is on the guitar. The video is just over 4 minutes long - I don't expect you to watch the whole thing - but you have to at least watch it from about 2 minutes into it. if you can forward the video to around 2 minutes and 15 seconds - the last 2 minutes are priceless.
i love that kid.
Last, a few pictures of Noah from our Pioneer parade. (yes, it was three weeks ago. yes, i'm behind on my blogging). Grandma was able to work it out so that Noah could ride with her on the train in the parade. They're dressed up in their pioneer clothes - very authentic - minus the train. but still, i'm sure if pioneers had access to a train, they definitely would have taken it.
After the parade, there's a big party in the park. My favorite part was Noah climbing the rock wall.
One thing you have to understand - Noah is terrified of heights. So it was a really big deal for him to go as high as he did. When he got back down, he was shaking and his tale tale sign of how nervous he really was (just like his dad) are his very white lips.
What a champ!
i really do love these kids -
Here's a little video of her saying it. She was watching the Wiggles and the DVD must have had a scratch in it and stopped for a second. That got her started and for the next 2 minutes sat there saying 'wha happened'. I finally got the camera out, and caught the end of her repetition. Mind you, it's a long video - so by all means, don't watch it all.
Just when I think she'll be the end of my sanity, she'll do something as simple as just playing around with a hat and i find myself in awe at how adorable she can be...
No real story with the next shot - i just loved her face in it.
This picture of Reagan isn't as cute, as it is funny. well, funny to me - maybe i'm just more tired then i thought. evidently she really wanted a diaper on the outside, so aaron - unable to tell her no - happily obliged.
Lastly, her bedtime request. Most kids ask for one more drink of water - mine ask for marshmallows. oh yes - we feed our children very healthily - especially right before bed. But, she did practice saying 'please' and that's all that counts - right?
As for my update on Noah... He'll be going into second grade in just a few short weeks - it's really freaking me out. Just when I start feeling sad because he's growing up too fast, he'll start whining because he doesn't want to make his bed, and whining because he hasn't had enough wii time and when he is forced to do terrible things - like weeding outside - he makes sure I know "this is the WORST day EVER!!!' and it's in those moments that I think he's not growing up fast enough. Aaron's convinced the reason noah is so dramatic and emotional is because we never beat him as a child. now, while we would never actually beat any of our children, aaron did think a good spanking would have helped him toughen up. however, i'm fairly certain i ruined any chance of that happening by screaming - as aaron was dragging a kicking and crying noah to his bedroom for a spanking - "NO! DON'T SPANK HIM! HE NEEDS TO OBEY US BECAUSE HE LOVES US, NOT BECAUSE HE'S AFRAID OF US!!!! DON'T SPANK HIM!". yeah, let me tell you how much that helped the situation.
i've always said - when noah turns out to be this amazing person someday - it will be in spite of my parenting, not because of it.
Outside of the drama, noah really is the greatest kid and makes me laugh all the time. by far, my favorite clip of him yet, is him on wii Rock Band singing Eye of the Tiger. Holy crap that kid is monotone and yet, he'll stand and sing with the best of them. i love it. Aaron is on the drums and Gramps is on the guitar. The video is just over 4 minutes long - I don't expect you to watch the whole thing - but you have to at least watch it from about 2 minutes into it. if you can forward the video to around 2 minutes and 15 seconds - the last 2 minutes are priceless.
i love that kid.
Last, a few pictures of Noah from our Pioneer parade. (yes, it was three weeks ago. yes, i'm behind on my blogging). Grandma was able to work it out so that Noah could ride with her on the train in the parade. They're dressed up in their pioneer clothes - very authentic - minus the train. but still, i'm sure if pioneers had access to a train, they definitely would have taken it.
After the parade, there's a big party in the park. My favorite part was Noah climbing the rock wall.
One thing you have to understand - Noah is terrified of heights. So it was a really big deal for him to go as high as he did. When he got back down, he was shaking and his tale tale sign of how nervous he really was (just like his dad) are his very white lips.
What a champ!
i really do love these kids -
Thursday, July 2, 2009
video's of Reagan
reagan was in such a great mood during dinner. i think it's because we had her favorite - corn on the cob. while we were waiting for her to finish eating, noah started asking her what all the animals say. when her mouth isn't full of corn - she says them fairly well. my favorite is her rooster "ock a doodle doo doo" pretty funny. after the animals she wanted to sing. she'll usually do all of the actions with me, but again, she was a little pre-occupied.
Reagan telling noah the animal sounds:
Me singing with Reagan:
Reagan telling noah the animal sounds:
Me singing with Reagan:
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
insert eye roll
two lovely conversations in one day...
first noah's:
set-up: we're on a walk and aaron calls to say he's on his way home. he also mentions that for the Fourth of July he'd like to go to a rugby tournament in Park City. I proceed to explain how the last thing i'd like to do on the Fourth is go hang out with a bunch of rugby people we don't know, listen to noah complain that he's bored, and chase Reagan around a big field for 2 hours while he's playing. (not that i'm unsupportive. during the fall and spring season i do try to support his bi-weekly practices and every saturday games. many of which we do try to go to and watch. but on our family holiday - not quite what i'd hand in mind.)
when i got off the phone this is what followed:
noah: mom, i need to talk to you.
me: ok, what's up?
noah: i really didn't appreciate what i just heard you telling daddy.
me: (pause) ok (another slight pause) what didn't you appreciate?
noah: well, it sounds like daddy wants to play a game and you're not supporting him and that just makes me sad inside.
me: Noah, i do support your daddy. i like watching him play. however, on the Fourth of July it's a great idea to spend time together as a family and we can't do that if he's playing in a tournament. he won't really be with us and that makes me sad. so, it's better if we could just all be together for the holiday.
noah: (i swear to you, this is word for word) mom, listen to me. i know you think he'll be away from us if he plays, but you have to remember it's like when he's gone on a trip. lets say he went to california. when he's gone, his heart is still with us, his love is still with us, HE is always with us. so see, even if he's playing, he'll still be with us and it would make him so happy. he's not just our dad, he's apart of this family and we should try to make him happy.
me: (taking a moment trying to decide exactly how to respond to that melodramatic, eye-rolling, and yet so sweet, lecture from my son) oh, ok, um... first, i know he's apart of this family and i want to make him happy too. second, if it's possible for him to be with us physically, i would prefer that over having him just in our hearts. but i will talk to him later tonight and we'll figure something out.
noah: that sounds like a good idea. And mom?
me: yes?
noah: you really should apologize to dad for making him sad.
at that point i decided it was best to just let the conversation end.
second "conversation" of the day was with Reagan.
she was playing on the bed while i was folding laundry. (yes, i actually did the laundry and folded it in the same day. must be a result of the happy pills)
As i would fold the clothes i would count them and reagan would repeat the numbers with me. she's quite our little parrot. her new favorite saying, up until this point, was 'i don't know'. its' actually pretty funny to hear. anyway, i'm folding and counting and she's playing and selectively repeating, when i grab some shorts of Aaron's and flip them out so i can fold them. in the processing of flipping them, somehow one of the tie strings (which is quite hard on the end i might add) flipped up and hit me right in the eye. not below, or above, but right in the eye. that sucker stung and before i could stop myself the 'S' word comes flying out. oh yes, responsible mother here, who can't control her potty mouth in front of her 20 month old. (sorry mom) it took me a second to realize reagan had stopped jumping and was just watching me. i smiled at her and slowly started singing a song in hopes my little parrot was not paying attention. it took about 30 seconds, just long enough to think i was in the clear, before i hear this perfect little "sh**" out of my sweet little daughters mouth. i quickly said, "no, no, reagan" to which she replied, "no, no (pause) sh**. thankfully it only came out of her mouth a couple of more times before she went to bed. i'm sure aaron won't let me live this one down for awhile. as of today, she seems to have forgotten her new little word and i have promised aaron to be much more careful in the future.
first noah's:
set-up: we're on a walk and aaron calls to say he's on his way home. he also mentions that for the Fourth of July he'd like to go to a rugby tournament in Park City. I proceed to explain how the last thing i'd like to do on the Fourth is go hang out with a bunch of rugby people we don't know, listen to noah complain that he's bored, and chase Reagan around a big field for 2 hours while he's playing. (not that i'm unsupportive. during the fall and spring season i do try to support his bi-weekly practices and every saturday games. many of which we do try to go to and watch. but on our family holiday - not quite what i'd hand in mind.)
when i got off the phone this is what followed:
noah: mom, i need to talk to you.
me: ok, what's up?
noah: i really didn't appreciate what i just heard you telling daddy.
me: (pause) ok (another slight pause) what didn't you appreciate?
noah: well, it sounds like daddy wants to play a game and you're not supporting him and that just makes me sad inside.
me: Noah, i do support your daddy. i like watching him play. however, on the Fourth of July it's a great idea to spend time together as a family and we can't do that if he's playing in a tournament. he won't really be with us and that makes me sad. so, it's better if we could just all be together for the holiday.
noah: (i swear to you, this is word for word) mom, listen to me. i know you think he'll be away from us if he plays, but you have to remember it's like when he's gone on a trip. lets say he went to california. when he's gone, his heart is still with us, his love is still with us, HE is always with us. so see, even if he's playing, he'll still be with us and it would make him so happy. he's not just our dad, he's apart of this family and we should try to make him happy.
me: (taking a moment trying to decide exactly how to respond to that melodramatic, eye-rolling, and yet so sweet, lecture from my son) oh, ok, um... first, i know he's apart of this family and i want to make him happy too. second, if it's possible for him to be with us physically, i would prefer that over having him just in our hearts. but i will talk to him later tonight and we'll figure something out.
noah: that sounds like a good idea. And mom?
me: yes?
noah: you really should apologize to dad for making him sad.
at that point i decided it was best to just let the conversation end.
second "conversation" of the day was with Reagan.
she was playing on the bed while i was folding laundry. (yes, i actually did the laundry and folded it in the same day. must be a result of the happy pills)
As i would fold the clothes i would count them and reagan would repeat the numbers with me. she's quite our little parrot. her new favorite saying, up until this point, was 'i don't know'. its' actually pretty funny to hear. anyway, i'm folding and counting and she's playing and selectively repeating, when i grab some shorts of Aaron's and flip them out so i can fold them. in the processing of flipping them, somehow one of the tie strings (which is quite hard on the end i might add) flipped up and hit me right in the eye. not below, or above, but right in the eye. that sucker stung and before i could stop myself the 'S' word comes flying out. oh yes, responsible mother here, who can't control her potty mouth in front of her 20 month old. (sorry mom) it took me a second to realize reagan had stopped jumping and was just watching me. i smiled at her and slowly started singing a song in hopes my little parrot was not paying attention. it took about 30 seconds, just long enough to think i was in the clear, before i hear this perfect little "sh**" out of my sweet little daughters mouth. i quickly said, "no, no, reagan" to which she replied, "no, no (pause) sh**. thankfully it only came out of her mouth a couple of more times before she went to bed. i'm sure aaron won't let me live this one down for awhile. as of today, she seems to have forgotten her new little word and i have promised aaron to be much more careful in the future.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
oh so talented
we turned on some music last night to watch Reagan dance. however, once Noah jumped into the mix it was too hard to not just record him. he's definitely got his dance moves from his dad
Friday, May 29, 2009
only noah
a few days ago i hurt my back. when Noah came home from school i was laying on the floor icing it. he asked me if i was still hurting and when i told him i was, he asked for a blank piece of paper. a few minutes later he was at the table coloring and writing.
this is the note he brought me when he was done...
(in case you can't read the paper - it says: feel better mom. the lord is with you)
honestly, we have no idea where this kid came from. all i know is i couldn't be more crazy about him then i already am.
this is the note he brought me when he was done...
honestly, we have no idea where this kid came from. all i know is i couldn't be more crazy about him then i already am.
Friday, May 22, 2009
1st grade play
can i just say... i LOVE 1st graders. Today was Noah's program at school, 'BUGZ'. they've been practicing for about a month now. Noah's greatest excitement was not that he got two speaking parts, but because he would get to bow three times at the end. Once with all the kids, once with the kids who had speaking parts, and once with the 2 other kids who got solo "singing" parts. it was by far the cutest thing i've seen him do. i apologize ahead of time for the shakiness of the camera - i was laughing too hard to hold it steady.
this is noah right before the program started-
here's grandma and grandpa - the ever supportive grandparents - supporting their favorite grandson. Along with Reagan, who was very tired at this point, so this was the closest we got to a smile.
during one song they turned the lights off as the kids sang with their flashlights. Reagan stood frozen like this for a good 30 seconds trying to decide if she was scared and whether or not she should cry.
now for the video's. remember, it's shaking partly from my laughing and because it's with our camera, which is hard to hold really still anyway.
this first one is noah's "solo" song. he wouldn't practice it at home for us because he wanted it to be a surprise. as you'll see, he took his part very seriously...
this song was their opening and closing song. i should have panned out and got the rest of the kids, but i was too focused on noah to think of it at the time. really -can you blame me?
this is noah right before the program started-
here's grandma and grandpa - the ever supportive grandparents - supporting their favorite grandson. Along with Reagan, who was very tired at this point, so this was the closest we got to a smile.
during one song they turned the lights off as the kids sang with their flashlights. Reagan stood frozen like this for a good 30 seconds trying to decide if she was scared and whether or not she should cry.
now for the video's. remember, it's shaking partly from my laughing and because it's with our camera, which is hard to hold really still anyway.
this first one is noah's "solo" song. he wouldn't practice it at home for us because he wanted it to be a surprise. as you'll see, he took his part very seriously...
this song was their opening and closing song. i should have panned out and got the rest of the kids, but i was too focused on noah to think of it at the time. really -can you blame me?
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
3 posts in 1
i had a few pics from different days to post, but instead of putting them on as three seperate entries, i thought it would be better to just make one long post.
ENTRY 1-
When noah plays the Wii, sometimes he'll grab a chair to sit on and without fail reagan pulls her little purple chair over to "play" with him. aaron's not too thrilled that i let reagan hold the remote and play with noah, but she's so happy - and what's the most important thing to any mom? a happy toddler.
ENTRY 2-
so i'm trying to help reagan become more independant. now, this has nothing to do with me wanting more freedom - heavens no. this is all about reagan's happiness. i mean what mom doesn't want to spend all of her waking moments changing diapers, wiping runny noses, picking up toys, pulling 4 marbles out of her daughters mouth and feeding her all day long? i know i certainly love doing all those things every day, seven days a week. no, me having reagan learn to use a spoon is really all about her growing and becoming a happy, indepentant toddler.
i thought best to work with mac and cheese first. couldn't be too hard.
i put the bowl in front of her, helped her take 4 or 5 bites with the spoon - watched her do it by herself a few times and with a laugh and a proud sigh at how brilliant my child was to catch on so fast, i walked away.
first mistake - laughing and sighing. really, that's just asking for trouble.
second mistake - walking away. honestly, you'd think i was a first time parent.
it wasn't long before i hear this tiny voice "ah dun" "ah dun".
i come back in to find her holding her bowl - looking like this...
i figured it served me right. apprently she'd just dumped it all on her head and down her lap. so, like any good mom, i went and got the camera. when i got back she'd thrown the bowl and had her arms open yelling (yes, she's very impatient) "ah done" "ah done"
and like any good mom, i wouldn't let her down until she finished eating. i gathered the mac and cheese from her lap, put it back on her tray (minus the spoon) and told her to "eat". you can see from her look she was not happy about this.
but eventually, she ate most of it, got cleaned up, a change of clothes (i had to wash her hair because at one point she reached up and smashed the noodles all through her hair) and she was happy once again.
ENTRY 3-
to end my post, i thought i'd throw up some of my favorite pictures. my niese, Amber, came and took family pictures and these are some of my favorite ones of the kids.
ENTRY 1-
When noah plays the Wii, sometimes he'll grab a chair to sit on and without fail reagan pulls her little purple chair over to "play" with him. aaron's not too thrilled that i let reagan hold the remote and play with noah, but she's so happy - and what's the most important thing to any mom? a happy toddler.
ENTRY 2-
so i'm trying to help reagan become more independant. now, this has nothing to do with me wanting more freedom - heavens no. this is all about reagan's happiness. i mean what mom doesn't want to spend all of her waking moments changing diapers, wiping runny noses, picking up toys, pulling 4 marbles out of her daughters mouth and feeding her all day long? i know i certainly love doing all those things every day, seven days a week. no, me having reagan learn to use a spoon is really all about her growing and becoming a happy, indepentant toddler.
i thought best to work with mac and cheese first. couldn't be too hard.
i put the bowl in front of her, helped her take 4 or 5 bites with the spoon - watched her do it by herself a few times and with a laugh and a proud sigh at how brilliant my child was to catch on so fast, i walked away.
first mistake - laughing and sighing. really, that's just asking for trouble.
second mistake - walking away. honestly, you'd think i was a first time parent.
it wasn't long before i hear this tiny voice "ah dun" "ah dun".
i come back in to find her holding her bowl - looking like this...
i figured it served me right. apprently she'd just dumped it all on her head and down her lap. so, like any good mom, i went and got the camera. when i got back she'd thrown the bowl and had her arms open yelling (yes, she's very impatient) "ah done" "ah done"
and like any good mom, i wouldn't let her down until she finished eating. i gathered the mac and cheese from her lap, put it back on her tray (minus the spoon) and told her to "eat". you can see from her look she was not happy about this.
but eventually, she ate most of it, got cleaned up, a change of clothes (i had to wash her hair because at one point she reached up and smashed the noodles all through her hair) and she was happy once again.
ENTRY 3-
to end my post, i thought i'd throw up some of my favorite pictures. my niese, Amber, came and took family pictures and these are some of my favorite ones of the kids.
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