Spencer thinks that his name is Dude. Jon always calls him "Little Dude." And now Spence thinks that's his name. He doesn't say very many words, but here's how our conversation usually goes:
Me: Spencer can you say Dad?
Spencer: Dada (sometimes it's Dad or Dado)
Me: Can you say Mom?
Spence: Mama (sometimes it's Mom)
M: Can you say Savannah?
S: Nana
M: Can you say Melanie?
S: Mel
M: Can you say Spencer?
S: Dude!
Okay, he can't quite say Spencer or Spence, so we'll just settle for Dude for now. And now that we've shown this little conversation to a few people, he knows that it's funny and enjoys giving people a little laugh.
He also uses dude to distinguish between boys and girls. So you are either "a girl" or a "dude" and for some lucky people, they're categorized as monkeys, or "hoo hoo" as Spencer calls them. He usually calls himself a monkey; I guess that he's a Dude Monkey. I usually just call him a naughty monkey.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Pie in the Sky
Being the math nerd that I am, I totally wished Jon a happy Pi Day on Sunday, since it was 3.14. If I made pies, then I probably would have whipped one up for the day. But that's still a skill that I need to work on. However, my good friend Amanda also decided to take advantage of the day and officially launched her new photography company: Pie in the Sky Photography! 
She does a fabulous job, just look at some of the pictures on her site; absolutely amazing! Plus I just couldn't pass up this opportunity to help her advertise, when she's offering a free family photo shoot. And in case you were wondering, Pecan Pie is my favorite. I also love Banana Cream and Coconut Cream! Mmmm, yummy!
She does a fabulous job, just look at some of the pictures on her site; absolutely amazing! Plus I just couldn't pass up this opportunity to help her advertise, when she's offering a free family photo shoot. And in case you were wondering, Pecan Pie is my favorite. I also love Banana Cream and Coconut Cream! Mmmm, yummy!Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Basket Sleepers
The girls came up with a fabulous idea last night to not sleep in their beds and sleep in laundry baskets instead. I told them that I didn't really care if they did or not, but it was quite funny to see them actually do it. It really made Jon crack up when he came and saw them. Seriously, he had to walk away so he didn't wake anyone up.
It reminded me of when Savannah was a brand new baby. She was born here in Arizona, but we flew back to Ohio for school when she was just 2 weeks old. Unfortunately, we were given a used crib which was missing a few parts. We had ordered the parts before we left Ohio (when the semester had ended) and had them overnighted, but they didn't get there overnight. So we couldn't assemble her crib before we left for the summer. Our flight back to Ohio was 4 hours and the drive to our little town was another 2 hours after that. So we didn't get back to our apartment until late at night and we were too tired to try and assemble a crib. So our first night back in Ohio, poor baby Savannah had to sleep in a laundry basket, because we didn't have any where else to put her. Luckily, the next day, a bassinet that my mom had ordered for us was delivered. At least then we had somewhere to put Savannah. But I wouldn't recommend sleeping in a basket, unless you really have to.
It reminded me of when Savannah was a brand new baby. She was born here in Arizona, but we flew back to Ohio for school when she was just 2 weeks old. Unfortunately, we were given a used crib which was missing a few parts. We had ordered the parts before we left Ohio (when the semester had ended) and had them overnighted, but they didn't get there overnight. So we couldn't assemble her crib before we left for the summer. Our flight back to Ohio was 4 hours and the drive to our little town was another 2 hours after that. So we didn't get back to our apartment until late at night and we were too tired to try and assemble a crib. So our first night back in Ohio, poor baby Savannah had to sleep in a laundry basket, because we didn't have any where else to put her. Luckily, the next day, a bassinet that my mom had ordered for us was delivered. At least then we had somewhere to put Savannah. But I wouldn't recommend sleeping in a basket, unless you really have to.Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Growin' Up
Look Mom! I fell asleep within 5 minutes, no pacifier, no crying! It's a miracle! 
Jon and I have been discussing getting rid of Spencer's pacifier for a little while now. We were going to do it this past weekend, but decided that it would be a dirty trick to leave a baby that just lost his pacifier with a babysitter. We went out last night and were going to get around to getting rid of the pacifier either today or later this week. However, Spencer had a fit for the babysitter and took his teddy and pacifier outback and wouldn't let her bring them back in. Needless to say, he cried himself to sleep and Jon recovered his teddy from the backyard last night. I wasn't able to find his pacifier and figured that it was for the best anyways. So he never fell asleep during his nap time today because he didn't have it. This made for a tired little boy. I put him in bed tonight and didn't hear a peep out of him! It was fabulous. Both of our girls cried forever their first night without their pacifier. So I'm thrilled that tonight went so smoothly. I'm just hoping that the rest of the week goes so well. Got to get Spencer ready for the reality that he's not going to be the baby anymore.
Jon and I have been discussing getting rid of Spencer's pacifier for a little while now. We were going to do it this past weekend, but decided that it would be a dirty trick to leave a baby that just lost his pacifier with a babysitter. We went out last night and were going to get around to getting rid of the pacifier either today or later this week. However, Spencer had a fit for the babysitter and took his teddy and pacifier outback and wouldn't let her bring them back in. Needless to say, he cried himself to sleep and Jon recovered his teddy from the backyard last night. I wasn't able to find his pacifier and figured that it was for the best anyways. So he never fell asleep during his nap time today because he didn't have it. This made for a tired little boy. I put him in bed tonight and didn't hear a peep out of him! It was fabulous. Both of our girls cried forever their first night without their pacifier. So I'm thrilled that tonight went so smoothly. I'm just hoping that the rest of the week goes so well. Got to get Spencer ready for the reality that he's not going to be the baby anymore.Savannah's Nail
I know that I've become an awful blogger, but I've had some issues downloading pictures onto my computer and I really don't like posting without a picture to go with it.
Well, here is a before and and after shot of Savannah's little pinky nail, or maybe I should say an after and then a recovery picture. You may recall that she somehow managed to partially rip her nail off while riding/falling off of a bike. The entire nail didn't come off, but it was still connected on the outside of the finger. 
We had to wash it really carefully for about a week and a half. Then we just had to make sure that it was bandaged well so that the nail wouldn't snag on anything and come completely off. After a week of that, then we've just tried to keep a bandaid on it. It's been about a month and a half, but that little thing finally fell off yesterday. She was so worried that it would hurt when it came off, but it didn't hurt a bit. And I have to say, that we're all happy that the little thing has finally given up it's hold. 
We told Savannah to throw the nail away; instead, she decided to put it under her pillow and see if a Nail Fairy would come and give her some money for it. Jon and I had a good laugh about that this morning and informed her that we would all be rich if we got money for every nail or nail trimming that we had. But hooray for no more bandaids!
We had to wash it really carefully for about a week and a half. Then we just had to make sure that it was bandaged well so that the nail wouldn't snag on anything and come completely off. After a week of that, then we've just tried to keep a bandaid on it. It's been about a month and a half, but that little thing finally fell off yesterday. She was so worried that it would hurt when it came off, but it didn't hurt a bit. And I have to say, that we're all happy that the little thing has finally given up it's hold. 
We told Savannah to throw the nail away; instead, she decided to put it under her pillow and see if a Nail Fairy would come and give her some money for it. Jon and I had a good laugh about that this morning and informed her that we would all be rich if we got money for every nail or nail trimming that we had. But hooray for no more bandaids!Tuesday, February 9, 2010
A little help
I am helping to throw a bridal shower for my sister-in-law-to-be. As most of you know, I'm not the most creative person, more like a "tell me exactly what to do and I'll do it" person. I want to do a little question and answer at the shower to see how well the happy couple knows one another. I've come up with a few questions for them and most of them are not very creative. So I was hoping that a few of you would give me a question or two that I could ask them. Thanks!
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Savannah's Rough Week
Savannah has had a rough little time lately, mostly with causing herself physical harm. I'm not sure if it's a Kindergarten rite of passage, but Savannah seems to think that she has to master the monkey bars. She's getting very good at them. But she has also got some callused blisters going on. The week before she went back to school, she decided to peel off the skin on one of these blisters. It was not a wise choice. Her poor little hand was very sore and I wasn't quite sure how to keep the blister covered, since I couldn't seem to get a bandaid to stay across the top of her palm. It is healing relatively well and has required only a few trimmings of dried skin that continues to peel back.
That was on a Friday, the following Monday Savannah was playing at her cousin's house. She fell off of his scooter and the fingernail of her pinky finger snagged on something. She ripped half of the nail off. The nail didn't completely come off, so we've had to be careful to not let it snag on anything else. It did bleed quite a bit though. I think that we've kind of got it under control though. It requires a daily (or twice a day) cleaning and bandage change. We're trying hard to make sure that it doesn't get infected. I was pretty sure that the nail was going to fall off, but now I'm not so sure as to how it's going to heal. It's been a week and a half since this happened and I think that it is finally not causing her pain even when we change the bandage.
The Wednesday after her nail occurrence, it was bedtime and Savannah came out of her room crying. I was a mutual and missed this little exchange. But she told Jon that she was scared. He asked why and she said that she had swallowed a toy. This is a first for us. I think that I had told Savannah about 10 times in the 2 weeks prior to this happening to stop putting things in her mouth that didn't belong there...i.e. toys, coins, and everything else that's small. But she was now scared because she didn't know what was going to happen to her. She told Jon that it was a small toy. So he told her that she would digest it and then poop it out. She was still worried about this, but he reassured her that it wouldn't be a big deal, but that the toy was gone for good. I questioned her the following morning and found out that it was a small Polly Pocket accessory, so nothing to worry about, it was definitely small.
Not that this is a big deal, but on Thursday Savannah came home from school with a huge paper cut on the end of her middle finger. I think that by the end of the week we had about 3 bandages on her little hands.
And then to top it all off, on Friday night, Jon and I went and played games at a friend's house. Just as we're about to walk out the door Savannah says, "Mom, I just threw-up." Sure enough, she had. And being the awful parents that we are, we left her with a babysitter and a barf bowl. I really didn't think that she would hurl again, but boy was I wrong. Luckily, she's really good at getting it in the bowl. But I did feel pretty bad for our babysitter. I certainly wouldn't want to have to deal with a barfy kid while babysitting. But to top it off, before we went to bed that night, I checked on Savannah and she smelt just awful. Yeah, she had diarrhea too. I had to drag her out of bed and wash her all off. We got her sheets all changed, but she stayed up a little longer because she didn't want to fall asleep with wet hair. Unfortunately she drank some water at this time and then threw-up again. Jon was a great daddy and did a run to WalMart at 12:30 to pick up some Sprite and Pedialite. Too bad she had fallen back asleep by the time he got back about 15 minutes later. She was also very upset that she missed a birthday party and a primary activity the next day. But she was feeling much better by Saturday evening. Unfortunately for us, Savannah decided to share her fun stomach bug with the rest of us.
Savannah is finally on the up and up. I'm hoping that her little rough patch here is over. Now all we have to worry about is her little finger healing properly.
That was on a Friday, the following Monday Savannah was playing at her cousin's house. She fell off of his scooter and the fingernail of her pinky finger snagged on something. She ripped half of the nail off. The nail didn't completely come off, so we've had to be careful to not let it snag on anything else. It did bleed quite a bit though. I think that we've kind of got it under control though. It requires a daily (or twice a day) cleaning and bandage change. We're trying hard to make sure that it doesn't get infected. I was pretty sure that the nail was going to fall off, but now I'm not so sure as to how it's going to heal. It's been a week and a half since this happened and I think that it is finally not causing her pain even when we change the bandage.
The Wednesday after her nail occurrence, it was bedtime and Savannah came out of her room crying. I was a mutual and missed this little exchange. But she told Jon that she was scared. He asked why and she said that she had swallowed a toy. This is a first for us. I think that I had told Savannah about 10 times in the 2 weeks prior to this happening to stop putting things in her mouth that didn't belong there...i.e. toys, coins, and everything else that's small. But she was now scared because she didn't know what was going to happen to her. She told Jon that it was a small toy. So he told her that she would digest it and then poop it out. She was still worried about this, but he reassured her that it wouldn't be a big deal, but that the toy was gone for good. I questioned her the following morning and found out that it was a small Polly Pocket accessory, so nothing to worry about, it was definitely small.
Not that this is a big deal, but on Thursday Savannah came home from school with a huge paper cut on the end of her middle finger. I think that by the end of the week we had about 3 bandages on her little hands.
And then to top it all off, on Friday night, Jon and I went and played games at a friend's house. Just as we're about to walk out the door Savannah says, "Mom, I just threw-up." Sure enough, she had. And being the awful parents that we are, we left her with a babysitter and a barf bowl. I really didn't think that she would hurl again, but boy was I wrong. Luckily, she's really good at getting it in the bowl. But I did feel pretty bad for our babysitter. I certainly wouldn't want to have to deal with a barfy kid while babysitting. But to top it off, before we went to bed that night, I checked on Savannah and she smelt just awful. Yeah, she had diarrhea too. I had to drag her out of bed and wash her all off. We got her sheets all changed, but she stayed up a little longer because she didn't want to fall asleep with wet hair. Unfortunately she drank some water at this time and then threw-up again. Jon was a great daddy and did a run to WalMart at 12:30 to pick up some Sprite and Pedialite. Too bad she had fallen back asleep by the time he got back about 15 minutes later. She was also very upset that she missed a birthday party and a primary activity the next day. But she was feeling much better by Saturday evening. Unfortunately for us, Savannah decided to share her fun stomach bug with the rest of us.
Savannah is finally on the up and up. I'm hoping that her little rough patch here is over. Now all we have to worry about is her little finger healing properly.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
G-Day
Well it has come and gone...G-Day as Jon fondly refers to it, or to interrupt: Gender Day. Yes, we prefer to find out our baby's gender before we get to D-Day. Plus it makes for a great post-Christmas surprise. And then it gives Jon and I about 4 months to argue, I mean discuss, what to name our sweet baby. So for those of you that haven't yet heard, we are having another boy. I was even able to tell from the ultrasound. This news came as a relief for three reasons. First, it makes room assignments very simple. Secondly, my girls swore that they wanted a boy. And lastly, I didn't have to disappoint Melanie by telling her that we were having a girl and that we wouldn't be naming her Sparkles. I'm not sure where she came up with the name, but I thought that it was cute. In the meantime, Jon and I's debate on names continues and probably will for quite some time. I'll let you know if we actually agree on something. And if you're wondering, I'm actually feeling quite well. My morning sickness has finally passed and I can manage to go shopping, do the dishes and the laundry, and even make dinner occasionally. It's amazing how all the little things really add up. I'm only halfway there, but I know that the time will fly by quickly.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Learning a Lesson
What do you say to one of your kids, when they make a choice that they later realize was not what they really wanted?
Yesterday, Jon and I were going to a wedding. I knew that the ceremony would be short and sweet and it would okay if the girls wanted to tag along. So we gave them the choice and both Savannah and Melanie said that they wanted to go to the wedding. We all got dressed up and then drove over to Jon's parent's house to drop Spencer off. However, when we arrived at Grandma's house, Savannah suddenly decided that she wanted to stay there and play with her cousins. So Savannah and Spencer were left at Grandma's and Melanie got to be an only child for about an hour.
Jon and I came back to pick the kids up and Savannah was there in tears. She was so upset that she didn't go. Apparently she had changed her mind after we had left, but it was too late. So she was left behind. She was so upset. I tried to tell her that she was the one that had made the decision to not go and that it was not Jon or I's fault for her missing out. This only made her more upset. But it's a hard lesson to learn that it's your own fault when you make decisions that make you miss out on things. She still gave me a hard time this morning that we got to have cake and she didn't! Tough luck.
Yesterday, Jon and I were going to a wedding. I knew that the ceremony would be short and sweet and it would okay if the girls wanted to tag along. So we gave them the choice and both Savannah and Melanie said that they wanted to go to the wedding. We all got dressed up and then drove over to Jon's parent's house to drop Spencer off. However, when we arrived at Grandma's house, Savannah suddenly decided that she wanted to stay there and play with her cousins. So Savannah and Spencer were left at Grandma's and Melanie got to be an only child for about an hour.
Jon and I came back to pick the kids up and Savannah was there in tears. She was so upset that she didn't go. Apparently she had changed her mind after we had left, but it was too late. So she was left behind. She was so upset. I tried to tell her that she was the one that had made the decision to not go and that it was not Jon or I's fault for her missing out. This only made her more upset. But it's a hard lesson to learn that it's your own fault when you make decisions that make you miss out on things. She still gave me a hard time this morning that we got to have cake and she didn't! Tough luck.
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