Month: May 2011

Caleb in May 2011

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Oh my baby boy.

He’s talking so much lately.  Putting words together in sentences and saying alot of different words.  He said his first 6-word sentence, “Gel. Help. Me. Make. Rock. Please.” We were playing with playdoh and Angel was making “rocks”.  There’s still alot we can’t understand and that can be frustrating for him. The other day he was saying “pat twit” or that’s what it sounded like. It took us about 15 minutes to finally figure out he was saying “pants wet”.   I just love seeing and hearing him grow and learn and I think he really loves being able to communicate better with us.

He’s all about the “why”. Angel didn’t really have this stage and so it’s new for us. So far it’s mostly just funny because he’ll ask “why” about the silliest things and then we have to struggle to come up with somewhat of a reasonable answer.  And then of course we have to be disciplined to not answer “because” every time he asks why.

Caleb is still all about the fight. He loves to “fight” and wrestle and karate chop.  He also loves to sit on top of Angel so she can’t breathe. Nice. We are constantly talking about not hitting and not kicking (and spending time in timeout or in his bed “thinking about what it means to be nice”).  The other day at church he pretty much tackled our friend Gloria. I told her that means he loves her.  But I hope this is a phase and that he can learn other ways to express his love.

With both the kids we’ve started talking to them about the need to listen to and obey mama and daddy. I know that seems like “duh” but I use that when I can see they aren’t going to listen. Especially with Caleb, I’ll say, “Caleb I need you to obey mama, please ….” And it seems to work pretty good most of the time. We are trying to help them understand the correlation between obeying mom and dad and obeying God and how God wants us to honor and obey our mom and dad.  We certainly still have lots of battles and discipline issues with him but it seems to be getting a little better. Perhaps it’s him getting older or maybe us getting wiser and more patient or both.

Or maybe it’s a fluke because we’ll still have really bad days where he’s the naughtiest little thing ever.

Nothing new in the eating department. He still is allergic to eggs. We thought he had outgrown it but he had a pretty bad outbreak a few weeks ago. It’s still very confusing for us though because there are some days when he eats absolutely no egg and he breaks out. And then some days he eats a little something with egg and he doesn’t break out.  So honestly I’m not sure.  But he’s still a normal 2-year old – famished one day, won’t eat a thing the next day.  He does pretty good with eating fruits and veggies and so we ‘re happy about that.

For the most part Caleb is sleeping through the night although just recently he started waking up and wanting to get in our bed. So I guess he’s not sleeping through the night. So far it’s not every night and we’re trying to stay consistent and just walk him back to bed.  For the most part he’s staying dry all night and if he does wake up he’s good about telling us if he has to go. He’ll wet the bed every once in awhile when he’s really tired and we let him sleep in.  Overall with both Angel and Caleb our potty training experience was pretty non-traumitizing and I’m so thankful for that!

Along with his speech improving he’s getting better with numbers, letters and puzzles. He can count to ten (kinda) on his own – to six really good.  When he was younger he really struggled with puzzles but now he can do them pretty good. And we’re working on our letters.  It’s a balance because I can’t expect him to learn as quickly as Angel but at the same time I don’t want to give him a free pass because I’m worried about comparing him to Angel.  Oh the joy of being a neurotic parent.

He’s just as funny as Angel is.  His genuine excitement and awe over things is so funny. He’ll say, “OH WOW NICE,” about things.  We stopped at my brother’s house when we were visiting my parents last week and that’s what he said when he walked in their bathroom. Anytime he sees something new he’ll get pretty jazzed about it.  He also talks to and yells at the dogs and thinks he’s the boss of them. When they bark he’ll yell out the back door, “HUSH!” But he also says that to us sometimes and then it’s not so funny.

He and Angel are just two peas in a pod. It was pretty tough on him this year when Angel when to school on Friday mornings.  And the other day she went over to the neighbors to play and he couldn’t go with and he had a complete meltdown.  They still share a bedroom and we’ll continue that as long as we can because I know they are going to have a fit if they have to sleep in different rooms.

We’ve yet to have any major injuries despite Caleb’s fearless ambition to scare his mama half to death. He’s such a little daredevil. And thank goodness he has the hardest head. Seriously. He hits his head or gets hit in the head all the time. He cries for a bit, rubs it and then is ok. His latest antic is climbing the fence in our backyard. It’s just a chain link fence, but still it’s pretty high and he’s a little dude.

Caleb is such a joy (and a terror). We are so thankful to be his parents! We pray every day, “Thank you Jesus!” and “Please keep him safe!”

Enjoying a snack with big sister…

Fishing with Daddy…

Fishing with Papa…

Big bite! He insists on using a big spoon to eat his breakfast.

Me and my boy!

Angel in May 2011

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There’s so much to write about my baby girl.

She’s starting to more and more make up stories and pretend.  I was asking her the other day what she was doing as she was talking in the other room. She said, “Mama, we can pretend about anything.”

She continues to love to sing and loves to make up songs. She makes up songs from conversations we’ve had or from something she’s heard on tv. She sings and sings and sings. We love it.

Her mood directly resembles my mood.  That’s true somewhat for Caleb, but especially for Angel. The other day I said, “Angel why are you so sad and crabby?” As soon as I said it I almost started crying because I realized that I had been having a really tough week and was sad and crabby. (Lord change me please.)

She is such an amazing big sister. I love to see and hear her and Caleb talking to each other and having conversations. It’s like she’s filling him in on everything that’s going on.

Peanut. Love of her life. Need I say more? (I think I must have had the microphone covered up. She’s singing Peanut a lullaby.)

She still eats more than any of us. How is she so thin?  The only thing she won’t eat is still peppers and onions. And she also doesn’t really like popcorn.  She definitely prefers fruits or veggies to anything else which is awesome. She’s also the slowest eater. We used to tease my dad about being the slowest eater ever, but Angel’s got him beat. Or he’s got her beat. Whatever.

Angel’s last day of school was May 13th. She had such an amazing year and grew so much (I forgot to take a picture! UG!). We are so thankful for our church’s school and Mrs LuAnn (and all the teachers!).  Next year Angel will go two days a week (Tuesday and Thursday mornings) and Caleb will go to the pre-3 class like Angel did this year which is every Friday morning.

She is so stinkin funny.

Me: Look there’s a bird. See, he’s looking for worms.
Angel: Why is he doing that?
Me: Because that’s what birds eat.
Angel: Yuck! Worms taste like chicken!
(Turns out there’s a book we have that talks about worms tasting like chicken. Didn’t realize this until a few days later!)

Me to Angel: I don’t know about you but I’m hungry.
A little while later Angel to daddy: I don’t know about you but I’m hungry

Angel to Caleb: Caleb my name is not GEL (that’s what he calls her)! It’s ANGEL!

A few weekends ago we went with Pat’s mom, nephew and niece to the cemetery to plant flowers on Pat’s dad’s grave and some others in the family. As we were driving through the cemetery we heard Angel talking to herself in the back, “Wow. This is so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like this.”  She makes us stop and appreciate all the amazing beauty in the world.

Her prayer at mealtime: “Dear Jesus, thank you for today. And thank you for this wonderful world. Amen.”

She is so sassy. I can’t even believe some of the things that come out of her mouth sometimes. At times it’s funny. At times it’s rather annoying.  At times it’s shocking. One day I said “I love you” and she said, “Well I don’t love you” and surprisingly I acted like it was no big deal for her to say that. On the inside I wanted to cry because I’m so not ready for them to grow up.

I think we can officially say she’s done with naps. Every once in awhile she’ll still take one but maybe only a few times a week, if that. A benefit of no naps is she usually falls asleep almost immediately at night and is usually only up once during the night to try to sneak in our bed.

She loves to dance, twirl and “tap dance”.  However she refuses to go to a dance class. She’s really shy and scared around strangers and so I can understand her trepidation but I know she would absolutely love it if she gave it a try. But we certainly don’t want to appear on an episode of Toddlers and Tiaras and so I’m trying to just casually convince her how fun it would be.

Angel is more and more interested in her “special book” and she talks about being in D’s tummy when she looks at the pictures (we have pictures of D and Angel right after she was born).  Other than that she has yet to ask any questions about her adoption. She just talks about the things we talk about – her foster family, the town where we spent our first weekend together, the restaurant where we ate our first meal together, the first picture of her with me and Daddy.

She still isn’t dry through the night but every once in awhile she’ll have a night where she does stay dry. She usually wakes up once during the night and asks to get in bed with us. Sometimes we let her, sometimes not, sometimes just for a few minutes. But we need to be more consistent with making her going to the bathroom when she does wake up and then I think she’ll learn to hold it all night.

She is such a bug girl. She likes to look for spiders in our downstairs family room (obviously I need to vacuum) and she searches for any and all types of bugs outside. The other day she was letting a centipede crawl all over here. I’m a farm girl and all but that was a little creepy.

Having never had a 3-year old before I don’t know if the extreme moodiness is normal. But boy is she moody. Like I said, I think some of it is me, but even in the past week or so since I’ve been feeling better she’s had some pretty tough days. She gets upset so easily and so I have to remind myself to tread lightly and think before I speak and be patient. One morning she was so upset about everything and asked if she could just go to bed. Ten minutes later she was back and her cheerful, silly self.  We also need to make sure we give both Angel and Caleb one-on-one time.  Just tonight Angel and I went to the store by ourselves and it was so fun. I know they each need that, especially with them being so close in age, and so I want to do a better job of that.

Angel is such a precious little girl. At least once a day Pat and I look at each other and smile because she says or does something that is so funny or amazing or is such a blessing (talking like a mommy to Caleb – “it’s ok sweety”).  Every day I thank Jesus for allowing me to be her mom. I know I fail terribly most days. And I just pray that she knows how very blessed we are to be her parents.

With Daddy and Peanut…

Getting a ride from Aunt Nellie…

Getting her fishing pole ready (or maybe just messing around)…

Reeling one in with Papa’s help…

Chilling with Papa…

Me and my girl…

Trip to the falls

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A few weeks ago we went down to “the Falls”, which is a park in our town with little waterfalls and walking trails. We walked and walked and walked, looked at the water, climbed the overlook tower (instead of taking the elevator-oofta!), chased the kids and heard Angel say with a huge sigh, “I think I’ve been walking too much, I’m SO tired.”

It was a great day.

He might not buy me gifts but man can he cook

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My love language is gifts. Pat will be the first to admit that he struggles with this. I don’t need expensive gifts, but still he struggles and so this has been a big frustration in our marriage at times.

BECAUSE I KNOW YOU DON’T LOVE ME IF YOU DON’T BUY ME SOMETHING.

Seriously?

Anyway, thankfully every day I’m growing up a little.

So my hubby might not be a good gift buyer but man, can he cook. He’s amazing. And lately, just like our Princess, he’s been cooking up some amazing cupcakes. Granted, this isn’t good for the whole healthy eating, lose weight, tone up lifestyle we are trying to lead.  But I just eat 1 or 2 and then send them to work with him for his co-workers to eat.

For Mother’s Day he whipped up two different kinds of cupcakes.

(And he’s actually making cupcakes right now as I finalize this post. Unfortunately – or many fortunately – they aren’t for us, but are for a potluck at his work tomorrow. But I’m sure he’ll sneak me a couple cause that’s just the kind of guy he is.)

For Mother’s Day he made chocolate peanut butter cupcakes with peanut butter frosting.

And chocolate peanut butter cupcakes with strawberry frosting.

Did I mention he’s amazing?

You know, I never did post about Mother’s Day. It was a wonderful day.  We were bummed because we weren’t able to drive to see my mom.  But I was blessed to be taken care of pretty well.

We had church in the morning. Ate lunch at Pizza Ranch. I went to work for a few hours. Pat made cupcakes AND cleaned the house. I came home from work and we had chicken enchiladas for supper, made by Pat.  I got some sweet gifts from the kiddos…

A purse and brush. Because when Pat asked Angel what she wanted to get me she said, “A brush.”

Pat asked her if there was anything else. She said, “Ya, she does use a purse alot so I think she needs a new purse.”

Man, I love my girl.

Anyway, back to the cupcakes.

There were divine.  I might have eaten twenty three of them.

And I think I’ve discovered a new love language.