Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Six months, a Tommy guest post.

Hi, it's Tommy! I had my six month doctor's visit today.
I'm growing!
I don't know if mommy has told you, but I'm kind of a super baby. Did you know that I crawled way before Dani and Tori did? (**editorial note from mommy: But Tommy, you still lag behind your sisters in the critical sleeping through the night category.)
I'm also bigger than they were at their six month doctor's visit! I'm 28 inches long and I weigh 19 pounds and 12 ounces. Dani was only 26.5 inches long and 15 pounds 2 ounces and Tori was 26.5 inches and 17.5 ounces at six months. So, that means that I'm the biggest. Don't tell Dani and Tori but I think they like me best, too.
The doctor told daddy I'm in the 90th percentile for everything. I'm already getting straight A's and I'm not even in school yet. Cool, huh?

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Oops, a Tommy guest post.

Hey, it's me, Tommy. I snuck on the computer so I can tell you about mommy's big scare this weekend. It started out simply enough...

....we were all in the playroom, me, mommy, Dani, and Tori. Daddy was upstairs in the shower. We had grandma and grandpa on speaker phone and Dani was talking a lot! Well, I saw this neat Hello Kitty card under the rug, and, when no one was looking I decided to taste it. It was pretty yummy.

But then something happened. I couldn't breathe. I tried to cough, but it didn't work. Mommy heard me and scooped me up into the right position and tapped in between my shoulder blades, and ran me upstairs to daddy. She was yelling for him while she ran, and I've never seen her move so fast. Whatever she did worked, because when she opened the shower door, daddy told her I was breathing and okay. She layed me down on her bed and I opened up my mouth so she could take the card out. And I was just fine. Mommy brought me downstairs and just held me and cried for a while. She sure seemed sad, and I couldn't figure out why. I was just fine. I'm pretty tough you know.
So, I talked to Dani and Tori about cheering mommy up; they agreed it was a good idea. We would start right after lunch. All that excitement made me hungry! Dani and Tori got booster chairs this weekend so they get to sit right at the table instead of in a high chair like me--they are so BIG! This means that now I have the high chair all to myself, which is good, because I like to eat. A LOT. And Tori always used to leave sticky stuff in it anyway. So, back to my story. First, they decided to sit right at the table and behave, mommy always likes it when we are good. Tori even used a fork, instead of her hands, so you can see we were really trying!
Then, we decided that some laughs were in order. We decided to be silly to cheer mommy up. Dani broke out the old 'stache. That's always good for a laugh or two.
And Tori, she's always super silly. She dressed up like a flower and just danced around until mommy was happy again! Then it was time for my nap. I like naps, almost as much as I like eating. Hmmm, I'm getting hungry, so I'm going to go fuss a little so mommy fixes me a bottle. Bye bye!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012


Gotta love Target for having the super cheap kid goodies at the front of the store! I took Dani and Tori there (holy outnumbered) on Sunday, and we loaded up on stuff to occupy them while shopping.
Behold the masks; they loved the masks!
We also broke out the ol' ladybug tent for fun. The kids spent a TON of time in it. Here's Tori eating a "nino" (tomato) and teaching Dani and Tommy poker. (Notice how much hair the kid has? He's so big, he practically has to shave.)
Never a dull moment here.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Fun lunch.

Here's an easy, fun lunch idea, that my kids love! Slice a hot dog into quarters. Poke 5-7 strands of uncooked spaghetti through the length of the hot dog; boil per the pasta instructions. You end up with an octopus-like hot dog piece that they can eat with their hands. Serve with veggie sides and dip (if your kids need dip/ketchup) and enjoy a fun lunch!

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Bowling Party!

We went to a bowling birthday party today for little 4 year old Liam. It was the first time we've ever gone out in public as a family (ie outnumbered by the kids) and the first time Dani and Tori have ever been bowling.
They had a blast. Cake, bowling, kids, pizza, oh my!
Tommy rocked a cool hat and hung out like a champ.Dani mastered the 4 pound ball, in her party dress, of course.
Tori wanted to pick up every ball, every minute. The concept of taking turns was lost on her.
She also enjoyed both hers and Dani's cake.
All in all, we were a little worried going out en masse, but it wasn't so bad. It was actually kind of fun!

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Old like Daddy.

A very overtired Dani got teary on my lap tonight before bed.
"I don't want to get old, Mommy!" she said with tears welling up in her eyes.
I had no idea where that came from, or what she meant by old. For all I knew, she could think 5 is old. So I assure her she won't be old for a long time, and ask her what she means and why she's upset.
Her response: "Like Daddy. I don't want to get old like Daddy."
At dinner we were talking about Big Man's 40th birthday which is coming up very soon...I guess she's decided the big 4-0 is too old!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A Valentine from Tori.

OH NO! I forgot it was Valentines day!
I don't have anything to give to my mommy or my daddy or Dani or Tommy.
I mean, I'm not even 2, I can't be expected to remember these things!
Hmmmmm, what should we do?
WAIT! I have an idea!
It's really kind of advanced for my age, too.
We can do interpretive art for mommy and daddy. We just need to cover ourselves in red food, because red is for valentines! That will make them so happy!
You go first Tommy!
Good work Tommy! Really smear it all over yourself.
Okay, Dani, now it's your turn! Great smirk!
OK, now me!
Happy Valentines Day everybody!
We turned ourselves red just for you!
Uh oh. Mommy says we all need baths now. Gotta go!

Friday, February 10, 2012

Nom nom nom.

Mmmmmmmm, tasty baby.
Just kidding mommy. Kisses!

Monday, February 6, 2012


I don't have any sisters. Growing up, I could never figure out why I would want one. I had a brother, and that was all I knew. When we were little, we were the best of friends and the worst of enemies all in the same hour. He bedgrudglingly played with Ken or a GI Joe when I played with my Barbies; we played CHiPS (he was always Ponch), rode bikes, played tag and all kinds of stuff. As we got older we were different and really weren't friends through middle and high school (and well, to be honest, we were never really close until we started families); we hung with different crowds and were just different kids. Sure, we'd punch each other from time to time, but basically we were indifferent to each other at worst. But, a sister? All my friends who had sisters, hated them. They were always fighting over stuff, and clothes, and chores, and boys and god knows what else. Maybe I didn't always like my brother, but I was sure glad he didn't have boobs.
I'm starting to rethink my theory.
It's an hour past bedtime, and they are up there talking, and singing and giggling. I went up twenty minutes ago to tell them to quiet down and go to sleep, and Tori was at the edge of her crib facing Dani, and Dani on the edge of her bed talking to Tori. Now they are more boisterous.
They are the best of friends, and at times, the biggest rivals. We hear lots of "my turn" in this house, because if you do it for Tori, whether it's a quick toss in the air, or a silly rib tickle, Dani will insist that it's her turn next. Tori does the same. If Dani sees Tori doing something naughty (usually of the mess making kind), Dani will begin the same naughty act, just because Tori is doing it.
They share their snacks, toys, and hiding places, chase each other around, and mimic each other's silliness. Sure, there's the occasional bite (by Tori) or kick or shriek (by Dani) but for the most part, they just seem to enjoy each other's company a lot.
It's pretty magical.
Sure, I know they are going to fight, over who has the better hair, or the cuter boyfriend, or about who got to wear their favorite pair of jeans last, but I'm starting to finally understand the joy of having a sister.
Now that we're grown, most of my friends with sisters tell me their sister is their best friend. Certainly as I grow and age, and friends come and go--our lives change so quickly that sometimes we just don't have enough in common to stay in close touch--and I miss them. But you always have something in common with a sister, even if it's only to commiserate on how crazy your mom was, as I am sure Dani and Tori will.
I'm glad they have each other, and even happier to get to watch them grow together.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Get Croupy.

It's been hard to have time to post lately, with all the sicky sick at the ol' homestead. Our poor little children are like those indigenous tribes in the rainforest, not exposed often to people or germs, and who, when exposed, are felled by a common cold virus.
Dani and Tori had a little friend over a few weeks ago, and within a few days, it was a house o'plague. Fever! Sniffles! Coughs! Oh my!
Everyone is, happily, on the mend. Big Man and I broke down and bought some new living room furniture, a couch and chair. Given the age of our kids and relatively pukiness of our cat, it was a profoundly unwise decision from a financial perspective...as there's just no way it is going to last a fraction of the time that one would hope a couch to last. But Big Man's old sectional was a fine bachelor pad couch, and withstood, no doubt, many years of big men watching football, only to be turned into a giant petri dish/trampoline for our kids. We had to get rid of it before it created a new life form. As it was being moved out of the house, toys and other goodies were literally falling out of the bottom of it. At least there didn't appear to be any creatures inside.
So the girls are turning the corner after over a week of sick. Little dude, is too. His croup came back, so we had a course of steroids and he's taking antibiotics for a sinus infection. He saw the doctor a couple of times. The 'roids are making him hungry and in two days (being weighed at the doc) he gained two ounces. The kid weighs 19 pounds 4 ounces, which I believe is more than Dani weighed at one year.
I probably shouldn't be terribly surprised he gets sick more than the girls, with all the kisses they bestow upon him, and the sly sucks of his pacifier they take while playing. I tell myself they're building up their little immune systems--somehow that makes cleaning up a bed full of puke at midnight minimally less horrible.
Sick or no, he is one happy little dude. And one big little dude. He's wearing 12 month size clothes in this pic...at 5 1/2 months.
Lots of other exciting, stressful and life-y events going here...hope to get to share them soon!