Mullet Babes
Showing posts with label My sons of Thunder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My sons of Thunder. Show all posts
September 14, 2008
September 06, 2008
Rocks in My Dryer... and then some!
I recently heard of a blog called Rocks in my Dryer through my friend Shyla. Which I could certainly relate to. Just a couple days later I laughed out loud when I went to change a load over and found this:
the largest collection ever, courtesy of guess who...
just had to share!!!
August 28, 2008
new pics
Cas had his first day of preschool today! I don't have those pics uploaded yet, but here are some other good ones. He loved school so much he didn't want to leave. "No, no, no, no! More, more! More play! More sool!"
JK was unrolling the toilet paper when I got the camera out - one day I'll be quick enough to get that one - but here is evidence enough of one of his favorite pasttimes!
one of my all-time favorites
playing with Dada, goggles and all (the dinosaur was helping)
10-4 good budddy!
August 07, 2008
Sons of Thunder
We didn't particularly intend for them to end up having the same names as the brother disciples whom Jesus loved, but it's really cool!
I'm just now creating labels for my posts. So now you know, everything about the boys will have this tag.
August 04, 2008
All blue sticks
My husband and I were joking around the other day about Monopoly --- and Risk and Settlers of Catan and Scrabble and every other board game that takes more than one hour to play... which I cannot stand!!! They may be great games, but even before I had kids I barely had the patience or attention span to play them. My husband loves them all, naturally. He tried to tack LIFE onto that list, but I spoke up and said, no, I love that game! I played it all the time growing up. He said, yeah, you just liked having a little car and adding pink sticks to it. I said yes, all pink sticks, or even number pink and blue.
We had a little laugh about my car-come-true... all blue!
July 21, 2008
June 22, 2008
HFMD
Cas has Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease. If your kids have never had it, PRAY TO GOD they never will. Watching Cas suffer the last three days has rivaled sitting by his bed in the NICU the week he was born. He has terrible sores all inside his mouth, throat, and on his lips. He is in severe pain and doesn't want to eat anything except maybe yogurt or popsicles. There is a slight rash over his entire body, with concentrated rashes and sores popping up on his hands, ankles and knees. Sometimes he will point to a painful spot on his arm, leg or face that doesn't have any visible sore on it. Jay and I are taxed to the max. Jake spent yesterday with Nana and Grandad, who are lifesavers for us. We are doing everything we can to keep the baby from getting it, but I think it will come down to God intervening on our behalf to protect him, because the virus is highly contagious even a few days before the fever starts.
All this after all four of us got a nasty several-day-long stomach virus last week.
I have had to reach up to heaven constantly just to make it through the morning, and then through the afternoon, and then through the evening, and then through the night with Cas waking wailing several times a night. He grabs me and wraps his arms and legs around me and I lay with him until he falls back asleep. And then I pray some more that I won't get it, as I lie on his saliva-drenched pillow with his mouth an inch from mine.
May 26, 2008
May 25, 2008
Words, words, words
Today Cas said "map" and "help" for the first time. He is gaining a new word almost everyday... at least the ones other people might understand. His "Norris Code" is growing even more quickly. But I must record a few more memories to catch up:
+ One day on a family walk we came to a little walking bridge, which excited Cas, since his train set has a bridge. "Choo-Chooo!" He yelled out. Jay said, "No, Cas, that's a bridge. Bridge." To which Cas replied adamently, "NO, CHOO-CHOOO."
+ When Cas sleeps, he bunches up the corners of his blanket just so, and fold his arms across his tummy just so (unless he is extra tired). His dad did exactly the same.
+ I'll never forget the day Cas showed me he understood his baby brother's birth. Jake was a couple weeks old when Cas pointed to my belly like he did when it was very large and we would talk about the baby being in mama's belly (have I mentioned being 8 mos pregnant during the hottest month in recorded history?).
"Mama's belly," I said... "is there a baby in mama's belly?"
Cas shook his head and pointed to "Jetch."
We went back and forth a couple times with this. "Where's your baby brother? In mama's belly?" "No, Jetch."
I can't tell you how happy this made me. He totally understood! He was only 20 mos old and I had no idea what he thought about it all. Until that day.
+ Which reminds me of the morning I gave birth to Jake. Our neighbor Heather came over to stay with Cas at 6:30am. We woke him up to let him know we were leaving. He was in Heather's arms, very confused at being awakened early, about to go back to sleep. I got face to face with him and explained that mama was going to the hospital and the baby was going to come out of my belly and then he could come see his baby brother at the hospital. He looked at me like, what are you talking about? just let me go back to sleep. At the end of my explanation, I said "... but I guess that's too complicated to take in at this hour..." to which he quickly and firmly nodded an "uh-huh!" It was so funny, I guess you had to be there.
Oh by the way, we found the ever-loved Pooh.
+ One day on a family walk we came to a little walking bridge, which excited Cas, since his train set has a bridge. "Choo-Chooo!" He yelled out. Jay said, "No, Cas, that's a bridge. Bridge." To which Cas replied adamently, "NO, CHOO-CHOOO."
+ When Cas sleeps, he bunches up the corners of his blanket just so, and fold his arms across his tummy just so (unless he is extra tired). His dad did exactly the same.
+ I'll never forget the day Cas showed me he understood his baby brother's birth. Jake was a couple weeks old when Cas pointed to my belly like he did when it was very large and we would talk about the baby being in mama's belly (have I mentioned being 8 mos pregnant during the hottest month in recorded history?).
"Mama's belly," I said... "is there a baby in mama's belly?"
Cas shook his head and pointed to "Jetch."
We went back and forth a couple times with this. "Where's your baby brother? In mama's belly?" "No, Jetch."
I can't tell you how happy this made me. He totally understood! He was only 20 mos old and I had no idea what he thought about it all. Until that day.
+ Which reminds me of the morning I gave birth to Jake. Our neighbor Heather came over to stay with Cas at 6:30am. We woke him up to let him know we were leaving. He was in Heather's arms, very confused at being awakened early, about to go back to sleep. I got face to face with him and explained that mama was going to the hospital and the baby was going to come out of my belly and then he could come see his baby brother at the hospital. He looked at me like, what are you talking about? just let me go back to sleep. At the end of my explanation, I said "... but I guess that's too complicated to take in at this hour..." to which he quickly and firmly nodded an "uh-huh!" It was so funny, I guess you had to be there.
Oh by the way, we found the ever-loved Pooh.
May 24, 2008
gotta love spring
Guess who loves to swing!!!
Fan of the Game - Cas's first baseball game
Just what do you think you're doing? Grandmother is giving me a bath. Buzz off.
May 11, 2008
A few more Cas-isms
These will be random as I try to capture his cuteness from my memory and commit it to paper.
1. His lack of words has for the most part not thrown a wrench in our communication. We have little guessing games where I list, for example, his choices for lunch. (If I thought he could even try to say peanut butter sandwich I would of course ask him to say it instead of me listing.) When I say the one he wants, he lets out this grinny giggle that is just the cutest thing ever and shrugs his shoulders like I just told a joke, or found a tickle-spot, or... said his favorite lunch food!
2. I hope you have all heard him call for his dad. "Bop-Bop!" or variations thereof replaced "dada" several months ago. Jay loves it.
3. He does another Elmo-type guessing game where he will see a tail on a dinosaur, let's say, and if you follow, it goes like this...
"Does Mama have a tail (pointing to my back side)?" "Nooooo"
"Does Jakey have a tail?" "Noooooo"
"Does Cas have a tail?" "Nooooo"
"Does the dinosaur have a tail?" "Yeah!!!!!"
4. When he plays blocks, he finds an object and wants to make a house or garage for that object. In case any of you find yourself in a room with Cas and blocks, the word "house" sounds like "hass, hass, hass!!!" Of course anything over 3 blocks tall will be crashed ("asshhhh") into rubble asap.
5. If I announce an errand, it is very important to put shoes on immediately. As we leave, he points to everyone's feet saying "esh" and making sure they have their shoes on. This includes the baby. It's a good thing I have robeez for Jake - Cas went shoe-less as a spring/summer infant - or we would never be allowed to leave the house! Of course, a shirt and pants are on the list, too, but he could be in his diaper and point straight to his feet. Oh and then he looks around the house for his shoes. "Where are your shoes?" "Don know? don now?" as he shakes his head and holds his hands out palms up.
In the same vein, if we tell Cas we are going somewhere later that day, he pops up to get his shoes and socks, ready to go right then if he is excited about the event.
6. Last one for tonight - Occasionally the boys will be down for naps at the same time. They will both be asleep, and then at one point, I'll hear Jake laughing. I walk into their room to see Cas jumping on the crib railing, not making a peep otherwise, and Jake laughing hysterically at him. It is the best. Ever. I can't help but be a softy on this one and let Cas get away with getting out of bed. (Cas is in a big bed and Jake is in the crib.) The way Cas says Jakey tops it off. I love my boys!!!!
1. His lack of words has for the most part not thrown a wrench in our communication. We have little guessing games where I list, for example, his choices for lunch. (If I thought he could even try to say peanut butter sandwich I would of course ask him to say it instead of me listing.) When I say the one he wants, he lets out this grinny giggle that is just the cutest thing ever and shrugs his shoulders like I just told a joke, or found a tickle-spot, or... said his favorite lunch food!
2. I hope you have all heard him call for his dad. "Bop-Bop!" or variations thereof replaced "dada" several months ago. Jay loves it.
3. He does another Elmo-type guessing game where he will see a tail on a dinosaur, let's say, and if you follow, it goes like this...
"Does Mama have a tail (pointing to my back side)?" "Nooooo"
"Does Jakey have a tail?" "Noooooo"
"Does Cas have a tail?" "Nooooo"
"Does the dinosaur have a tail?" "Yeah!!!!!"
4. When he plays blocks, he finds an object and wants to make a house or garage for that object. In case any of you find yourself in a room with Cas and blocks, the word "house" sounds like "hass, hass, hass!!!" Of course anything over 3 blocks tall will be crashed ("asshhhh") into rubble asap.
5. If I announce an errand, it is very important to put shoes on immediately. As we leave, he points to everyone's feet saying "esh" and making sure they have their shoes on. This includes the baby. It's a good thing I have robeez for Jake - Cas went shoe-less as a spring/summer infant - or we would never be allowed to leave the house! Of course, a shirt and pants are on the list, too, but he could be in his diaper and point straight to his feet. Oh and then he looks around the house for his shoes. "Where are your shoes?" "Don know? don now?" as he shakes his head and holds his hands out palms up.
In the same vein, if we tell Cas we are going somewhere later that day, he pops up to get his shoes and socks, ready to go right then if he is excited about the event.
6. Last one for tonight - Occasionally the boys will be down for naps at the same time. They will both be asleep, and then at one point, I'll hear Jake laughing. I walk into their room to see Cas jumping on the crib railing, not making a peep otherwise, and Jake laughing hysterically at him. It is the best. Ever. I can't help but be a softy on this one and let Cas get away with getting out of bed. (Cas is in a big bed and Jake is in the crib.) The way Cas says Jakey tops it off. I love my boys!!!!
T-I-double g - ER!!!
Oh my gosh, this is the best. We spent the week at my parent's house, and they have a 14" stuffed Tigger that bounces and talks. And has a nice long tail, of course. Cas took an especially strong liking to it this week. He put Tigger in Jake's highchair, put a bib on him, and told me Tigger wanted to eat pizza. I warmed it up and Cas served it to him from the special chair grandmother pulled up to feed Jake from -- until my sister's dog snatched the pizza from his hand, which caused great grief. Cas then proceeded to sit in the recliner, pull up his shirt and "nurse" Tigger. He sat there very still, looking around, holding Tigger just like I hold Jake. He did this at least 3 times while we were there. Tigger went EVERYWHERE with us, always had his own seat at the table, needed a shirt to go out, etc. Needless to say we brought Tigger home with us, where he continues to receive the best care and attention any stuffed animal could. I have never seen Cas be so maternal!
I wish I could upload the pics from my phone here. One day.
I suppose Tigger has made up for losing a 3" little plastic Pooh-bear, which Cas did not part with for weeks until he was lost on a day we planted some bushes and put out new mulch. I suspect he is 6 inches under a nandina, sleeping soundly. Maybe one day we'll have a dog who will dig it up in a moment of divine inspiration. The Lord knows how much Pooh means to him - he must have asked for Pooh 5 times a day for 2 weeks - and we must have combed the yard for him at least a dozen times! What fun.
The wonderful Nana has searched for a new Pooh, which Cas received today - a soft one, about 7" tall. I can't wait to see the fun they will have together, and watch him walk around with Pooh AND Tigger AND juice AND hold my hand to go down stairs. Even more fun!
I wish I could upload the pics from my phone here. One day.
I suppose Tigger has made up for losing a 3" little plastic Pooh-bear, which Cas did not part with for weeks until he was lost on a day we planted some bushes and put out new mulch. I suspect he is 6 inches under a nandina, sleeping soundly. Maybe one day we'll have a dog who will dig it up in a moment of divine inspiration. The Lord knows how much Pooh means to him - he must have asked for Pooh 5 times a day for 2 weeks - and we must have combed the yard for him at least a dozen times! What fun.
The wonderful Nana has searched for a new Pooh, which Cas received today - a soft one, about 7" tall. I can't wait to see the fun they will have together, and watch him walk around with Pooh AND Tigger AND juice AND hold my hand to go down stairs. Even more fun!
George
I don't think I ever told you about George. At the time of Cas's second bday (but first bday party, thanks to a few rounds of the stomach virus), Curious George was his favorite. He still is... along with Pooh and Tigger and Thomas and of course Nana. In his head I think he plays the 6 degrees of Curious George. They other day he told me George was somehow involved with ants ( I think that's what he was communicating). I've never seen that show or book, but I'd wager it exists. Because I know about the other ones - the fire truck, the zoo, the chicks, the ice cream truck, the birthday party...
So for the big day I decided to make a George cake, even though I haven't touched a piping tool in 15 years. I borrowed all the gear from my incredible neighbor Heather. To my delight, I found a page w/George bday cake ideas, created a template of my own, baked up a banana muffin recipe, and thoroughly enjoyed every floret and line iced. Jay would insert a big laugh here and tell about the storm that came through in the middle of cake-icing that night... tornado sirens were going off, he was collecting flashlights and children, and I just kept piping until he told me it was time to get in the closet!!! I was in the zone, man. I spent $12 on icing dye -- the cost of trying to live a non-hydrogenated-oil life -- but Cas was thrilled when he saw George the next morning. And I have to say I was too!
April 07, 2008
February 01, 2008
November 17, 2007
He's here!
I promise, I will add pictures later. It's taking forever to upload and my time is limited! John Kay, born Sept 29, is awesome! Baby Jake has lots of brown hair with blonde and RED highlights and undertones. His birth, miraculous and full of joy, was so redeeming for Jay and I. Cas loves his brother - he smothers him (literally) in hugs and kisses every day, tells me how to care for Jake, and squeals whenever he hears the slightest baby's cry coming from the bedroom. For the first few weeks, the first thing he said each morning was "Jetch? Jetch?" (Jake, that is). We've had some hitting, biting, and falling, but 90% of it is accidental or done with the intent of playing or showing affection, so I usually don't get too upset.
I love having two boys. I love being a family of four. It is much more than twice the fun (and twice the work!)
I've got to carve out some Rachel enrichment times, though - I need it now even more, so I don't lose myself in dirty floors and sippy cup searches and cries of hunger! And so I attempt to re-enter the world of blogging.
I love having two boys. I love being a family of four. It is much more than twice the fun (and twice the work!)
I've got to carve out some Rachel enrichment times, though - I need it now even more, so I don't lose myself in dirty floors and sippy cup searches and cries of hunger! And so I attempt to re-enter the world of blogging.
August 29, 2007
wheels on the bus
One day Jay was reading a song book to Cas (his favorite is "the wheels on the bus go round and round...") and after a couple of songs, Cas reached up and pinched Jay's mouth shut with his fingers. I guess Mama will do all the singing in our house!!! That's ok, Dada does all the wrestling.
August 04, 2007
18 months
Cas turns 18 months on Monday! He is growing out of his clothes faster than I can even wash them. Literally. I keep thinking I will get used to seeing him get bigger overnight, but I still feel like my heart is running to keep up with this little boy who has hardly any baby left in him.
His Nana taught him to do this (in picture) when you ask, "Cas, how old are you?"
More on Cas
The latest developments:
When I ask him, "where's the baby?" he points to my belly and smiles and usually proceeds to hug and rub my belly affectionately. I wish I knew what he was thinking... it is so cute!
He usually has a Cas-word-of-the-day, so that when you ask him to say something, he will respond with that 'word.'
Cas, say apple.
aahhhh-POH (which actually sounds like apple and gets lots of praise)
Cas, can you say cheese?
aahhhh-POH
Do you want to go to Zoe's house?
aahhhhhh----POH!!! (with a big nod and a run to the door)
Other real words he has said a few times: juice, hot, cheese, ball (ahh-ball), yes, this, mama, and the very popular "DA!" which he will yell throughout the house looking for Jay.