Saturday, February 25, 2017

Emmy at 4 1/2.

Emmy with a thoughtful expression gazing out the window. "Momma, there is something interesting/strange. What's wrong Emmy? " I asked." I think there is beans stuck to the top of my mouth!" she replied. "Oh, is it bumpy? Yes!" Well my little girl discovered her palet. She walked away mumbling "I don't like being a person like this!"

My day ended last night with Caleb toddling out (after I had bathed and dressed him)into the kitchen soaking wet and his diaper ready to burst. Yes, he enjoyed a clothed bath his big sisters. My day started out this morning with my washing machine running ( I didn't turn it on) and my almost 2 year old sitting right on top of the lid. Yes, he did it.

Caleb at 23 months.

I told him I'd give him a bath and undressed him. I found him in a puddle of shampoo in the bathtub ready for his bath.

What a mess that turned out to be. After this photo he and Emmy had a kitty food fight. It was down the hall an in the bathroom too.

Chocolate was a great way to get him to sit still for his hair cut.

He dressed his foot and sister helped him with his jacket. He was off to play in the snow.

One of his favorite activities is goop! ( Momma hates it really). Its fine on the table...

I wasn't sure I like those brownies. So Caleb climbing up and wrecking them wasn't that horrible.

Uh oh! Now its on the floor. Boy does this stuff make a mess out of my carpet, upholstery, and his clothes.

Brother removed his Ukulele...

All is better. He has it back.

My attempt at brother pictures. Caleb wasn't impressed. He thought Lucas was gonna drop him.

Pure terror.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Caleb at 22 months and stories...

He LOVES the vacuum. The only safe place for it is behind closed doors these days.  If it's parked behind the gate he simply opens the baby proof gate, retrieving it. If my bedroom door is left open he trots inside, unplugs the heater, plugs in the vacuum, unrolls the cord, pushes it into the living room and turns it on. That's fine and dandy unless you worry about the shock factor of plugging things in and the problem of running over the cord. Occasionally one of us will "help" him vacuum. Here is proof for a few years down the road when vacuuming isnt as much fun that he DID love it.

A day in the life of Caleb: Momma thinks she has a few minutes to sew while the kids are playing after getting back from Costco. Sewing machine gums up so momma comes out and Caleb comes to show momma what he has been up too.... Smashing 5 eggs on the counter, cupboard fronts, floor oh and did I mention the carpet? Then he finds his music box clear up out of his reach gets it down managing to drop it so it is now missing its second ear this week. Next, momma forgets and leaves her bedroom door open. Caleb goes in and gets the vacuum, plugs it in, and starts vacuuming the living room. Then Momma is feeding the older kids. Caleb helps himself to the shredded cheese. Did I say I am grateful for the dog? He's helped clean up the eggs and cheese. Lastly he found somebody's hot chocolate and spilled it on the newly mopped floor. What's a boy to do? Why lay down and slurp it up like a dog of course! Why did I ever tell Rick I wasn't sure what to do with my extra time lately???

Abby ( age 6) coming up excitedly to me pointing to a tooth in the back left side of her mouth, " Mommy! I found my sweet tooth!!!" ( She had been eating candy and I think it was stuck in her tooth.)