Sunday, July 29, 2012

Interview: I'm FOUR!

What is your name?     Evan.

How old are you?     Four!

Where do you live?     In (stw)

Food: Chicken & Rice

Drink: Apple juice


Game: Lightning McQueen on PS3

Song: Yellow Submarine

Book: CookieBot (Which we don't own!! Can you believe it?!?)

Dinner: Ochazuke

Animal: Little Cats

Color: Green & Black

Prayer: Thank you God

Things to do: Play on PS3

What do you love about daddy?     His kisses

What do you love about Mommy?     Her kisses

What do you love about Emma?    Her hugs

What are some of your wishes for this year?     Storms, God, Eli

What makes you happy?     Emma

What makes you sad?     When the ipad hits me in the face

Who is your best friend?     Emma

What is Mommy's favorite thing to do?     See something on the computer

What is Daddy's favorite thing to do?     Go to work and eat

What does our family like to do together?     Driving race cars

What do you want to do when you grow up?     Firefighter

What was the best part of your birthday party?     The light balloons

What are you thankful for?    Jesus to carry my brother.

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A Day on the Lake

Thank you for the wonderfully wet day, P fam!
We LOVED it!

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Happy 4th Birthday, Evan!

I had always wished for a child whose birthday fell iin summer. Emma's is always snowy and cold, like the hubby and mines. So when sweet Evan was born in July, i was all "Hooray! Yahoo!! Swim party!!" and all that jazz.
Fast forward four years and we are celebrating our annual evanversary in the humid Oklahoma heat....again.
But this time, it was set on the hottest day of the year - and even though it had a 6pm start time, it was still 105!
But, the kids were happy in the pool hot tub and when the cake came out, we were happy they had swam so much that their tummies rumbled because we had exactly 5 minutes before that cake melted into a sugar encrusted puddle.
But it didnt. They gobbled it up and it was nothing but a few streaks of blues and greens on little lips within minutes.

 I had just come out to bring and cut the cake, and within that small time frame, I had sweat rolling down my face.
I kid you not:
 But as the sun slowly faded, it took a few degrees with it, and Courtney and i decided to start blowing up lighted balloons for the afta-partay - a night swim.
Court - why do you look at me like I just asked if tuna was chicken or fish?!? ;)
The night swim was a HUGE success. 

 Choreographed to the Beetles 1 album, it was loud and fun.
And who doesn't love a rave for their 4th birthday?!? :)
The youngest guest - Baby J, fell asleep soon after, and I couldnt keep my eyes off those cheeks!
 Cheers, honey!
We've made it FOUR years since this little man made his arrival into the family!
Happy Birthday, Evan!
We love you!!

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Book Worms

Congratulations to my little einsteins for receiving their summer reading awards!
You worked hard amongst the travelling, visitors, and summer fabulosity to read this summer, and we are so proud of you both.

XOXO, Daddy & Mommy

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Saturday, July 28, 2012

The End of the 3rd

I knew it was going to be hard. After all, it's hard for all moms, so it's that - tenfold - for me. I'm a mushy momma and there's nothing anyone (including me!) can do about it!
But yesterday, as I laid my head down on my pillow, I was SO exhausted over crying all day that I cried a little more and finally fell asleep. You see, it happens every year now that Evan has arrived. He's my last, and that makes him the LAST. The last diaper, the last bottle, the last tooth, the last size 10 shoe, the last stroller, carseat, tantrum, snuggle, shopping cart ride, kiss before bed, LAST.
And although I still managed to cry over every "last" with Em, there was a little hope knowing that although this WAS indedd the last whatever with Emmie, there would come another einstein that would slowly fill that spot, dust it off for awhile and then leave it empty forever more.
So yesterday was the day of the last three year old einstein ever.
I cried when I went in to wake him up. It was the last time I'd ever wake up my three year old.
I cried when I dressed him. It was the last time I'd dress my 3 year old.
I cried at the last breakfast, the last morning breath, the last good morning hug.
And then it was off to the city for our annual Toys R Us Birthday visit.
Now, among the tears, lets go back, shall we, and look at these cute little squishy cheeks in years past...


AND, since I can't find the first birthday at TRU, here's his cute wittle centerpiece from his big ONE!

Oh my, do you need a tissue?!
Oh, it's just me?

Okay, well then, back to the last day of 3...

So after our birthday trip, we stopped by Pops on the way home because Niecey had never been, and you can always find a good excuse to go to Pops (like the last day EVER that I'll have a 3 year old to take to Pops...)
The einsteins don't get caffiene. They just don't.
In fact, Emma just starting being able to drink soda a couple years ago.
Evan had a taste once, but the bubbles weren't his favorite thing, which is good for me, so for the last time ever, I bought my 3 year old his green Bug Juice. (And embarassed the kids with wearing sunglasses inside after I cried...again.)
The girls decided on Orange and root beer.
I decided to try a pumpkin pie soda, but it wasn't cold, so i have yet to taste test.
But wouldnt it be wonderful to drink a pumpkin pie?
Ummm, yes please!

So on the way home we dodged some more fires that are burning all around the country.
(Random, i know. But it WAS, after all, the LAST fire I would see while i was the mom of a three year old!)
And just before he went off to bed, I snapped one.
Of my three year old baby.
Goodbye, sweet little one!
For tomorrow brings me a new four year old boy with some VERY big shoes to fill.
But he will never be the little one that stays home with mommy all day while big sister and daddy are working hard all day.
But he will be strong, and brave, and ready for many, many new adventures that this magical fourth year will bring.
And I will miss you.
But I will love him just as much.
Perhaps you can stay there for a little while, and when he sleeps I'll see you there, in that silence and dark, my sweet baby boy, once again.

Oh, please stop growing up, silly little boy!
Mommy is DEEEEE-hydrated!!!

Happy birthday, peanut.
We love you!
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Well...that was fast.

Well, he didn't even let me get another post in before he did it again.
It was a fierce faceplant this time, right there on the sidewalk outside Pier1. Pier One! The land of all things good! Except soft sidewalk, that is.
It was devistating.
This poor face cannot take much more, as we now have added a scraped forehead, scratched nose, and bloody lip to the black eye.
 But, we are tough.
Because we are 110% boy.
(except that little bit o' momma's graceful faceplanting ways).
 It's sad isn't it?
That cute little face all covered in wounds.

So today before we ventured off to OWL Olympics camp, we stopped by the lake and had the most wonderful {imaginary} picnic there ever was!
Our menu consisted of:
A sandwhich
An apple (you could have it whole or sliced)
An ice cream cone (any wonderful flavor you desired - mine was pink mint)
Rice (well, of course)
and a hungerber.
You surely are feeling sad that you missed this grand meal, but I can share with you the view I had:
 The best!
I wish i could post here the breeze that came off the lake. It was nice and cool, which was welcome on this hot morning of imaginary picnicking. And the toothy smile that laughed in the sun when my ice cream scoop fell off too many times. And the absolute love that I feel when I see this little boy happy and healthy and banged up, but safe. And the prayers of thanksgiving that emit from the very depths of my soul that I am here in this very moment. With this very child. On this very day. Eating this very pink mint ice cream cone over and over.
Because if even ONE thing was different oh so many years or months or weeks or days ago, it might not have come to pass.
But our winding, uphill, rocky, sometimes so forlorn-looking path that God has laid out for us is full of suprises and blessings that can only be really realized in moments like these.
Moments that make your cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling so much.
Moments that make you feel like you're the luckiest person in the world, even when someone looking in may see only trials and tribulation.

Matthew 5:2-12Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek,
for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful,
for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called sons of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.
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Monday, July 23, 2012

Just the First...

We took the brown line down to campus last week. There's not much to do when it's 111 out, besides ride the air conditioned bus to an air conditioned building - especially when it's the biggest student union in the country and that means it's packed full of newly remodeled goodness which means it's packed full, also, of cute, new furniture that is too tempting for little ones (and a big one) to test out. I don't know what the drive is to sit down and measure the comfiness of a chair, it's not as if I'm in the market to buy 8 foot seating benches or sofas with backs that are 5 feet tall, but nonetheless, there we were, bouncing our butts from seat to seat to seat before the fall semester begins and the new university students cover the new chair scent with starbucks and doritos crumbs.

When we happened upon this arrangement of seating in the basement, I thought it to be the *perfect* stopping-and-resting point for our adventure. The seats were all squishy soft, except that one hard top  and its twin, across the way. The kids were putting on a show. No. literally. The girls were doing a fashion show as the boys made faces and ran behind them and spanked them, and doing whatever else could solicit aggrivation from big sis, and it was all fun and games..
 It was a terrible cry.
It really was.
The kind that makes your heart fall into your stomach and you can feel it pulsing there, ready to spew out at any moment .
He had been running, and fell.
The corner of that ONE hard surface on the couch.
(go figure)
I was SO scared that it had gotten his eye. He wouldn't take his hand off it.
But finally, I calmly removed that shaky little hand off his face and saw the black and blue already rushing in to the now swollen and shiny mass where just literally seconds ago my lips had kissed that very spot and there was nothing. There was no cut, so luckily I could calm my inner freak out that we were carless here on campus. The bus would be here in 30 minutes and we'd get to the ER probably an hour later, so would I have to call the ambulance? How much would THAT cost?? And if I did, and it was nothing, what would rational, calm-down-for-a-minute-and-think hubby say to my impromptu call for all emergency personnel to immediately respond to the basement of the union for.... a.... bruise?
But it was okay, I was starting to calm my inner heidi (she's so easliy freaked, ya know) and make her match my outer heidi who must appear calm at all times of inner freakouts so that the einsteins remain calm, and I breathed.
And we were going to be okay.

The next day, it had gotten worse, but it was official, and let it go down in the record that Ev got his very first shiner that day of 111 degrees and sunny when we rode the brown line to the union.

It was even worse on day 3, but today, i'm happy to report that aside from a very dark red scab and a little pale blueish color, he is doing well.
And I only cry a little now when I see it and realize that his beautiful litle face that reminds me of my best friend and hubby, will probably have many more bumps and bruises along the way, and secretly wish full facial helmets were all the rage for the fall fashion season.
Ah well.
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Sunday, July 22, 2012

Roadtrip 2012 - Knott's Berry Farm

On our last day of our trip west, we took my mom to Knott's Berry Farm, another place we used to go when I was small.
 It's kinda the Disneyland for "Peanuts" characters. It was a little more grown up than what I remember from childhood, with its huge roller coasters and such.

 John took a photo with Charlie, who reminds him of his friend, Kyle, but...
 ...he enjoyed the comapny of these two ladies much better.
 Here we go, on the ol' mine train!
 Hubby rode this coaster alone - it was waaaaaaay to wild for me and the girls!
 We rode an old steam train (the park is full of trains!)...
 ...and robbers came to take all our money!
 The best kiddie rides are still here in Camp Snoopy, and we spent most of the day there.

Evan's favorite ride was the "Huff & Puff" - a handcar train. He rode it several, several times! 
(Get that kid into crew!!)

We had such a fun time with Grammie!!
We could have stayed for weeks, but dogs were waiting for us at home, so we headed back to the land of heat and home. 

the end.

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