Friday, July 3, 2015

Oskar Turned Two

Way back in February, Oskar turned two.  I love two-year-olds!!!!

Oskar has two pair of monster pajamas that he loves because we all act scared and run away when he wears them.  I thought a monster cake was appropriate.  Oskar loved it.  I just added the icing--Timothy did the rest.

 Big present for a little man.

 The excitement is building!!!

A very pirate-y/monster-y birthday, darling Oskar.  

Some things about Oskar.  Oskar loves the song Bingo--you know, the farmer who had a dog and Bingo was his name-o.  I sing, "There was a mama had a boy and Oskar was his name-o."  Then Oskar smiles and yells, "BO!" and I have to sing the original version.  Oskar also loves the song "Take Me Out to the Ballgame." 

I don't know what Oskar's favorite food is because he gobbles up everything I put in front of him with equal fervor.  I know he loves banana-cocoa-peanut butter smoothies because when he wants one he drags me to the cupboard that contains the blender and makes emphatic and clear noises that sound almost like "smooth."  

His favorite person is Clover, hands-down.  

I don't remember his first word, but I do know that "Grandpa" and "horse" were some of his earliest.  Timothy said recently that watching Oskar learn to talk has been the most fun of any of our kids learning to talk.  I agree.  He concentrates so hard before saying something and he only says something when he really wants to communicate an idea.  The other day Smokey the cat (who we gave to a neighbor) was sitting on the window ledge and Oskar ran over to me, grabbed my arm, made sure he had my attention and then carefully said "cat" for the first time.  Love it.

Oskar is super sweet and makes hilarious faces and runs like a crazy toddler and basically delights me to no end.  Love that boy!

Thursday, July 2, 2015


For quite some time I didn't have a computer that I could use to post pictures.  Sadly, I lost some pictures in the switchover.  I'm no longer sure what I've posted and what I haven't or even when some of these pictures were taken.  But . . . better late and unlabeled than never.

Clover looks so tiny and dark-haired in these pictures.  It was sometime around February so she would have been roughly four months old.  Love her so much!

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Harriet Is Smart

This morning I put on a youtube ABC song.  Harriet noticed it and exclaimed, "This must be for me!  I'm learning this right now!"


Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Early morning bike ride with Cowen and Miriam

Timothy is out of commission for awhile, but I still managed to get a ride on the tandem bike by recruiting Miriam.  We pushed the bike up 9th to get to the canal road (it is steep and I'm an old lady!) while Cowen rode around us mocking us.  Rude.  Then we headed north on the canal road until it ends.  Then we rode back while Miriam said, "Hut, hut, pedal," about fifty bazillion times until I told her to knock it off.  Then she sang, "I just met you and this is crazy, but here's my labyrinth, I stole your baby."  It is funny every. single. time.

The best part of the ride was Miriam yelling, "Center middle, Mom!!  Center middle!!!"

Me, "There are more rocks in the middle so it is safer on the packed dirt."

Miriam: "You're giving up the safety of center middle for packed dirt??"

Hilarious.  I can't recommend a tandem bike highly enough.

Another great moment was when Cowen realized Miriam was wearing his shirt.

Cowen: "Why are you wearing my shirt?"

Miriam: "It was an accident.  Somebody put it in my pile.  I think I look cute in gray."

Cowen: "I look cuter."

Miriam: "You don't look cute--you look dapper.  Dapper is the boy word for cute."

The other great part of the morning is when I was lying down, stretching, and Miriam was using my foot as a microphone while Cowen kept trying to pull her away.  Good times.  Very good times.

Yesterday Miriam, Eli and I jogged my normal route (at least, it used to be my normal route before the rain), and Miriam and Cowen already have big plans for tomorrow's jog.  They keep thinking I like getting up at 6:00 am with them!

Monday, June 1, 2015

Funny Run Away Notes I Have Received

Run away note from Cowen with spelling and punctuation adjusted for the benefit of people who speak English:

"Mom, Dad, I'm leaving if you give me these things:
  • BB gun
  • a hatchet
  • a knife
  • a survival kit
  • a wolf dog
  • {the last item is illegible but Timothy and I are pretty sure it was the titles of two books}
Sincerely, Cowen Timothy Young

Love you!"

Poor Cowen--yet another boy who desperately needed to grow up in wilder times.

And my favorite run away note ever--because it has the date neatly printed at the top and assures me that she will continue to attend her piano lessons after her departure-- is from Miriam:

"Feb 22nd 2015

Dear Mom and Dad,

     As you read this I will be on my way to where I am going.  DO NOT CALL POLICE!!  I just want to do things my way for a little while.  I will be very close to home.  I will still visit, go to my piano lesson, go to school, go to church.  I will leave notes for you and I WILL GET MONEY!  DO!!  NOT!!  WORRY!!  I will take food, and clothes and other things I might need.  I will leave notes in the mailbox EVERY DAY!  If there is no note I probly haven't gotten around to it yet.  If there isn't any note for a week I am ethier coming home or in trouble.  If coming home will be there next day.  If not CALL POLICE!!!

Your Leaving Daughter, Miriam

Love you!"

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Eli on primary

Me: "How was primary today?"

Eli (age six): "Disgustingly horrible."

Apparently he was asked to lead a song.  Oh, the humanity.  :)

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

What Actually Happened Today

Today I started out proud--got up, wrote a blog post (family history, check), changed into real clothes and wet down my hair all ready to actually do it.  Then I started getting the baby ready for her four month check-up only to realize that I left the key to my room in my locked bedroom.  Where my computer, car keys, purse, and painting supplies all reside.

I called several family members with computers to help me get the phone number for the clinic to let them know I wouldn't be coming for my appointment, but nobody answered the phone.  My friend, Pepe (also known as Aunt Pepe to my kids or Debora to people who don't think of her as a prawn), actually answered her phone and got the phone number for me.

Then I called my in-laws for help getting Emeline to her softball game that evening.

Then I wandered around listlessly, lost without a computer or the painting supplies I was going to use to work on the music room.

Finally, I gave up on the day and sat down in my comfy nursing chair and read.  All. day. long.  Since it rained all day long (yay!) Cowen's and Emeline's games were cancelled.  Miriam made a cake.  All the kids made a mess traipsing back inside after playing in the rain.  Then they made a mess making a gigantic fort in the library.  That, of course, devolved into tears and hysteria when Oskar and Harriet kept wrecking the tent and Miriam and Cowen kept arguing about the fort's design.  Too many engineers spoil the broth--or something like that.

Clover and I hung out in the nursing chair, totally oblivious zen while reading A Girl Named Zippy, recommended by Pepe.  I loved it.  It was hilarious, but also a little tender.  I laughed out loud and I teared up.  I'm also a hormonal mess currently, so take everything with a grain of salt.  Still, Kami needs to read it immediately for the hair-growing part. I want to buy a copy just so I can lend it to my dad.  He'd like it.  I could, of course, buy a copy and give it to my dad but then I'd just end up stealing it back.  He only reads books once, crazy man.

Then I tried yet another new recipe (Kami gave me this awesome recipe book ages ago and I never tried any of the recipes right when I received it but lately I've been going crazy trying them all)--pork chops with rhubarb chutney.  I didn't like it as much as some of the other recipes but my children loved it.  Eli chowed down on the rhubarb chutney without realizing he was eating onions.  My kids aren't picky eaters but Eli doesn't care for onions.  Apparently the boy didn't realize that the chutney consisted of red onions and rhubarb.  Anyway, good recipe and I felt proud of myself for putting down the book long enough to put dinner on the table.

Now I'm off to bed to nurse my chest cold.  Ever since I had bronchitis that I didn't treat wherein I damaged my lungs, every cold I get goes straight to my lungs, so I'm trying to take it a little easy.  Accidentally locking my door helped with that immensely!!

PS We went to the library recently after going through a bunch of "best books for children" lists online and have found a few treasures.  I can't believe I made it to 36 without reading Grover's "Monster at the End of the Book."  It's hilarious.  Harriet already has it memorized and told me a few days ago, "I told Grover that it was him at the end of the book so he wouldn't be scared."  Love it.

Kayli, my children demanded that I tell you to check out The Gruffalo.  So there, you've been told.