Wacky Tacky Wednesday

Over-sized polka dot shirt, green tank top (so people "don't see my nipples"--what Lorelai literally said this morning), floral skirt, blue reindeer socks and mismatched pig tails. NAILED IT.



In my opinion, I think we topped the tacky from last time. Although...this morning Adam's ONLY comment was about her hair. So maybe it's not as heinous an outfit as I thought? Or maybe she's just totally on trend with all the pattern mixing. ;)

It's Week of the Young Child at daycare, so in addition to today being Wacky Tacky Wednesday, there was also an ice cream social this afternoon. It was perfect timing since the boys were out for early release and could join us. Pretty sure they ruined their dinner with two bowls of ice cream each, but they were sure happy to eat and get to play on the baby toys.



And then we played with inchworms, because apparently that's what we do now.



Lorelai was extremely eager to show her friend the inchworm the Aidan found.


Hope everyone's Wednesday was slightly less tacky, but equally awesome.

{Lorelai-isms} "Don't see my business"

It's been way too long since my last post of Lorelai-isms and I've got a stockpile (plus some I never wrote down and have probably forgotten, bummer).



Here she is, eating her "danilla logurt like Aidan."



She came up with her own nick name for Logan: "Logan-Lou."



One day at school, she took her teacher's face in her hands to study it and said "Kim, you have boogers" (which wasn't actually true)! She said it to Grandma the other day, too.

She calls me Miss Mommy all the time even though she just calls her teachers by their first name. At home, she'll also call her them "my Donna" and "my Kim."

Randomly at dinner, she said "oh my golly, I'm gonna cry" and then she did a fake whimper. She's the queen of the fake pout lately, too.



And then there are a whole bunch of potty-related ones:

In an effort to encourage privacy (mostly for myself), I told her I needed the bathroom door closed so no one sees my business (you can see directly into our powder room from our front door). Now she says "don't see my business" all the time, and uses "business" interchangeably with "privates."

And with boys in the house, there are lots of questions about privates: "Daddy, you have a wiener?" "I don't have a wiener." "The boys have a wiener." "Mommy,  you have a business, not a wiener?"


She says "my butt's hanging out" whenever she gets a wedgie or her pants/undies are too low.



She also likes to run around naked and stick her butt in the air (yikes). When our elf was in her room, she turned around and stuck out her butt towards him and said "see my bottom, Jack?" Then she got some sense and turned back around to cover up and said "don't see my butt! No!"

I accidentally hit the switch for the bathroom fan and Lorelai said "no, don't turn on the stinky!"



Man, it's a shame this girl doesn't have any personality! :)

Emoji poop is funny

Subtitle: I'm immature

So while Adam is living it up in sunny Florida on a work trip, I sent him this text.



Yeah, that happened.

Couple of things to note here:

• Yesssss! Finally a poop in the POTTY! (Lorelai has been pretty much day time potty trained for a few months now, with the big exception of #2. She has no problem with pee, but holds her poop and saves it for a nap time pullup or diaper at night. UGH!)
• As I was putting her to bed, she was so excited to tell me the story about how "I had a big poopie in the potty, ewww! and mommy was so proud and I got a chocolate chip and it was yummy and I clogged the potty [snicker]."
• My kids have an uncanny ability to clog the toilet, and apparently Lorelai is no exception.
• I should really be a pro plunger by now, but darn it if it doesn't take some serious effort for me to unclog a freakin' toilet!
• Emoji icons are awesome.
• No idea why I put the mustache dude on there, other than the fact that my sweet little girl took a man dump. And mustaches+poop=LOL.
• Aidan, Logan and I cracked up over this text for way longer than we should have.
• Sorry for the poop talk.

My kids crack me up

Time for another installment of Lorelai-isms, because this chick continues to crack us up on the regular.



So one day, Adam was getting dressed for work and chose some jeans (not what Lorelai is used to seeing him wear). She yelled at him saying "mommy's jeans!!" and flopped to the ground in a meltdown until he picked a different pair. (To her credit, we both have a pair of MEKs that look similar. Twinsies!)

She also yelled at him when she thought he was using my loofah in the shower. Ha!



She loves to get baby wipes for her baby doll, Emmy, and pull the legs back to wipe her bottom. She's very thorough. If only she could be that thorough on herself after she pees (and not use that same wipe on her face. Yeah, that happened.)

In a conversation with Adam, I said "You're my hubby!" Lorelai heard and repeated "you're my happy?" Sounds about perfect to me :)



Make no mistake, this girl is heavy! And I let her know it when I pick her up or have to carry her for a long time. She's started to imitate me, complete with sound effects, saying "Ergh, Emmy's so heavy" when she carries her doll and "Ergh, Lorelai's so heavy, Mommy?" when I pick her up.

And she makes this "Ooooh" face all the time. I just want to eat her up.



Lorelai apparently doesn't like the "p" sound, so she says things like "Fillow fet" and "i-Fad." She also says "Cinder Bella" instead of Cinderella. I don't correct her, it's just too freakin' cute.

She also refers to herself in the third person. She'll say "that's a picture of my Lorelai" or "need a tissue for my Lorelai" or "need a band aid for my Lorelai." (Yes, she's still obsessed with band aids.)



Lorelai isn't the only one saying the darnedest things. After Logan got his really long double-sided Darth Maul light saber to go with his Halloween costume, he was playing with it and said "it's really hard to play with this thing without hitting yourself in the nuts."



Logan has also started saying "oh em gee" or just "oh em...". Not sure where he got that from, I really don't think I say OMG out loud like that (or maybe I do? Oops.)



Aidan also cracks me up sometimes with the funny things he says. But lately, it's the tone of voice he's been using--sounding just like a snarky teen. On multiple occasions, I've heard him snark to Logan, "seriously, Logan? Seriously?! Did you really just ___??" Don't worry, I try not to let him see me laugh because I don't really encourage that kind of talk--it's only funny now when it's not directed at me or Adam. :)



And thanks to at least one kid in his class (which is a story for another post, probably), Aidan is now very aware of curse words. I had music on during dinner one night and Aidan leaned over to me and whispered, "Mommy. They just said the h word." Oy. His poor innocence. But the way he whispered it so seriously to me so his brother and sister wouldn't hear was really funny.



Kids are just so funny. So glad I've got a few of my own for some good laughs. :)

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Lorelai lately

Lorelai has developed such a personality lately along with her burgeoning vocabulary. She says and does so many hilarious things--I need to start documenting all of these "Lorelai-isms" so I don't forget!


She and Logan were making funny faces at each other.

A lot of her funny things lately have been potty-related.

One day, Lorelai followed Adam into the bathroom and watched him pee. He said she got a funny look on her face and screamed "ewwww, Daddy!! EWWWWW!" Another time, she yelled at him to "sit down, Daddy!"

One the other hand, she claps for me when I go potty. "Yay! Mommy go pee pee!" What's less endearing is the fact that she demands that I go potty when she does (her portable potty is in our bathroom).

Last night, she made me bring her portable potty downstairs to the half bath (she refuses to sit on the big potty, ugh!) and once I got her diaper off, she closed the door on me and said "privacy, Mommy. Privacy."

(PS: She get's an A for effort and goes potty regularly at school, but she's still not quite out of diapers yet. Daycare wants us to send her in pull ups because it's easier for them, but I'm leaning towards trying a potty weekend at home soon to see if we can move her straight to underwear. Pull ups are freaking expensive.)



While the boys are on break from school, Adam has been taking Lorelai to daycare in the mornings, which means she watches him get dressed for work. She keeps pointing to him in his boxers and saying "what's that, Daddy?"

Whenever I ask her what she wants for dinner, she almost always says pizza. So last Monday when I asked "do you want pizza for dinner tonight?", she said "no, Friday."



If I put on a necklace in the morning, she wants one, too. I have one I let her wear, but we have to leave it in the car when we drop her off at daycare. She likes to bring her doll in the car, so she insists that her doll wears the necklace while she's at daycare.



She also likes to wear silly bands around her ankles and always finds someone else's shoes to wear around the house.

She LOVES her boys and always greets them with a big smile and an excited "Hi Aidan! Hi Logan!" But she also loves to "help" me discipline them. It's hilarious to hear her talk sternly to them. She's got this way of yelling where she turns one word into two, so she'll say "NO AI-DAN!" or "LO-GAN! Go to TIME-OUT!"



She's got this mosquito bite on her arm that won't heal because she keeps picking at it. I started putting band aids over it, and now she always asks for one. "I have a boo boo, Mommy. Need a band aid."

She's also taken possession of this duck, against Aidan's will. She's been carrying it everywhere, and when I tell her it's his, she says "Aidan's duck? It's mine."



And finally, someone needs to get out of the habit of lifting up her shirt or skirt in public. :)



Just in case it wasn't clear, I love this girl. So much.

Saturday sillies

Last night during dinner, we were discussing what day it was (because TGIF!). Lorelai insisted it was Monday, and started yelling at us that "IT'S MON DAY!" Of course as soon as I got the video camera out, she got all polite about it. One of these days I'm going to capture her patented yells on video. She can be very insistent about things.

Then this afternoon during lunch, she just started giggling like crazy and being all kinds of silly back to Logan, who was making crazy eyes at her. I knew Logan was a funny guy, but who knew he was that funny?!

Happy weekend!

Happy Father's Day, I drew you a...tie.

(Oh hey, a belated post. That's new for me. But at least our internet is working again.)

First of all, I hope my kids understand how lucky they are to have a father who loves them unconditionally, works very hard to provide for them, and is there for them both emotionally and physically. Not all of us were that lucky, so I hope they appreciate that. And him. He deserves it, without question.



Second of all, this is the card Logan made for Adam at school this year. In a word: Awesome.

(He's making a habit of ambiguous pictures like this...)

I know what you're thinking: "Wow, that's a good looking tie." Right?! I mean, that was my first thought when I saw it and can't imagine anyone getting the wrong impression about what he drew there (pardon me while I snicker like a 12-year-old boy...I'm so mature).

Also? Adam is as handsome as a duck. What?! Logan is so hilarious. These fill-in-the-blank questionnaires are just so fun at that age. I actually had the boys do one, too (not knowing Logan had done one at school). Aidan's answers were sweet and interesting, but I just loved waiting to hear what Logan would come up with.



Does Logan have a one-track mind or what? He's klassy, that boy of ours, talking all about farts :)

On the front, they each drew a picture. Aidan made up the character "Fohawk" especially for Adam. Logan drew himself and Adam at graduation. And Lorelai's handprint card from school was sweet, too.



The boys also picked out some new cologne for Adam, and we got him a 3-in-1 Panini Press, Grill and Open Griddle.

The boys each filled out a questionnaire for Grandpa, too, to go along with his gift, since we totally failed and didn't send him a birthday card last month. But then I forgot to scan or take a picture before we gave it to him, so you'll just have to take my word on Logan's awesome answers. Thankfully, none of them had anything to do with farts this time.

I do know that both Adam and Houston both really appreciated Logan's answer for how old they were ;). Logan thinks Adam's 22 and Grandpa is 30 (or somewhere around there, I think). Also, Logan said Grandpa is really strong, he could lift a "almost Grandma." Ha!

As for our Father's Day celebrations this year, we went to Brueggers for bagels on Saturday morning, a special request from Adam since we hadn't been there in a while.



On Sunday, we hung out at home in the morning and relaxed, then headed over to Grandma and Grandpa's (Adam's parents) for a cook out. Fun was had by all, and we ate our faces off as usual. Seriously, the food they fix is always amazing.

They kids played on the slip-n-slide, totally immune to the pain of throwing their bodies down onto the hard ground across a tiny wet plastic sheet.



Of course they thought it was awesome.



After dinner, Adam bribed Lorelai with some homemade ice cream and they had some quality father/daughter time shoveling mouthfuls of yumminess into their mouthparts.





Lorelai thought the ice cream was so good, she wanted to snort the last of it from my bowl.



After we were done stuffing our faces, Grandpa took their puppy, Blaze, out the play. The kids (and Grandpa) ran around like maniacs trying to burn off some of that sugar high and get sufficiently tired out for bed.





Then we packed up Lorelai and left the boys behind for a sleepover and movie on Monday to see Madagascar 3. They had a blast, of course. And I think the fathers had a pretty darn good day, too!

Happy Father's day to my sweet hubby. We're so lucky to have you!

random/funny

Warning: randomness ahead. I found some pictures from April I never shared, plus some other random/funny things that have absolutely nothing to do with the pictures.

First of all, Aidan has been clearing out his desk at school this week, and today he brought home this paper. My heart melted and I tried not to cry when I read that his proudest moment was when his sister was born. Awwwww!

(PS: drowling = drawing, and yes, he's good at it. Just not spelling.)

Last weekend, in the span of literally 1 minute, I had to tell Lorelai: "Get out of your brother's nuts" (in direct response to Aidan saying "Lorelai's all up in my nuts"); "Don't bite his toes" and "no spitting." OMG, she's feisty. And I partially blame the boys for showing her how to wrestle around and act crazy :)





Tonight, Lorelai was in the bath playing, and Logan wanted to help rinse her off (since he was already being so "helpful" by playing in the water). As he poured the water on her legs, he said "I'm putting the water in her farm."

"Huh?!?"

"Between her legs, by where her peener is."

"Sweetie, girls don't have peeners, remember?"

"Oh yeah. What's it called?"

"A vagina."

"A bagina?"

"A vagina."

"Vagina?"

"Yep."

Glad we cleared that up. But farm?!? What was that all about? I'm so confused. (And yes, the boys both still say peener instead of penis.)



The other day on a walk with the boys, Aidan and I were talking about running, since were were trying to keep up with Logan who was riding his bike. I mentioned how I hadn't run in a while and was getting out of shape. Aidan reached over and touched my belly and in a complete non sequitur, said "so how do you make another baby? Do you just wish for it and then it happens?"

I was completely caught off guard, so I said "yeah, that's got something to do with it. But there has to be a daddy, too. A mommy and a daddy make a baby together."

Thankfully he let it drop after that.



A couple of weeks ago, I randomly started loudly singing. Lorelai stops what she's doing, runs over to me, and says "Hush Mommy, hush. Hush." It was hilarious. But to her credit, I did sound pretty awful :) And lately she's added the finger to her mouth to emphasize her point. See? Feisty.



The boys found some frogs in our back yard. I had to watch Lorelai closely so she wouldn't step on this litte guy or try to pick it up. I was kind of hoping for a little more fear (for the sake of not having to clean frog guts off of her hands or shoes). She also completely decimated one of the blooms on one of my newly planted dahlias. (No, that's not the dahlia below. I promised random, didn't I?)



Lorelai loves shoes. Taking them off, putting them on, wearing other people's shoes. She also loves to swing, slide, and can climb up the rock wall by herself (for the most part) to get to the slide.

This girl is so hot and cold with her daddy. Sometimes she won't go to sleep without an extra snuggle from him, and sometimes (unfortunately way too often) she wants nothing to do with him. Breaks my heart. And his, obviously. Dear future Lorelai, you have a lot of making up to do with daddy. Make it happen. He loves you more than words.

 

(Ok, that last one wasn't funny, but it was kind of random.)