trauma

We, well Malia, has had a couple traumatic experiences lately.

First: She pooped in the bathtub a couple weeks ago. She has never done this before. I was getting jammies out while they were playing in the bath and I heard terrified screaming. I ran into the bathroom to find Ally out of the water with her feet on the sides of the tub and she's saying, "Look Malia it looks like a crab, it's going to get you!" Malia is screaming, scared to death as this piece of poop is coming near her.
She won't take a bath now. She is afraid of every little piece of lint that is in the water, worried it is going to get her. I basically have to bathe her while she is standing as fast as I can. Poor kid.

Second: I tried to potty train her. We went and got cute panties, potty treats, capri-suns, the works. She peed in her pants once and was traumatized. She wouldn't move till I got her cleaned up and then she said, "I have to go potty." She spent the next couple of hours on the toilet because I could not get her off. She was so worried she was going to wet her pants. When I would coax her off she would walk out the bathroom door and say "I have to go potty" and run back to the toilet (she never actually went in the toilet, just sat there). When I finally got her off she just cried that she wanted a diaper back on. She did not want ANYTHING to do with her panties. I gave in. Had I not given in, I think she would still be on the toilet.

discovery

Thanks to Aunt Abby we have discovered Hannah Montana and this is what has happened to us... If you are not familiar with the song watch it first and then watch my kids.....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RlnbmZK7GxU

This is Max and Ally

and this is Malia

Smitten

I am totally smitten with this little girl.
I love the way she smiles, the way she mushes into me when I hold her, I love to hear her belly laugh, and when she just sits and "talks" to herself or to me. I love it when she reaches up and touches my face when I am rocking her, the way she lights up when she sees me, I love her little fat rolls that never see the light of day, and I secretly love the way she pushes off daddy when she wants me to hold her (she's the only momma's girl- I'll take it while I can!) I just can't get enough.

A little late

I am a little late but this is what we did for Valentine's Day.

Ally made sucker flowers for the girls (thank you Family Fun).

And Max made planes for the boys (okay, I made the planes and he kept flying them around and making them fall apart). If the boys liked them 1/2 as much as Max then they were a success. Wanna make some? Just wrap a rubberband through two lifesavors ( I left them in the wrappers for sanitary purposes, just poked a whole in the wrapper) and around a piece of gum. Shove a Smarties in between the lifesavors. Presto!

Instead of a doughnut bouquet this year we did a doughnut cake to take to his work. We did surprise him since we took it on Friday and it wasn't actually Valentine's. We, of course, decorated his car with reasons that we love him and other fun stuff but forgot to get the camera out. I don't know who likes this tradition more- the kids or dad?!

I just love getting a chance to tell him how much we love and appreciate him.

Skinny jeans

The other day Max was playing in the girls' room and he came out with these pants on. I thought he had gotten into Malia's summer capris, which considering his size isn't that big of a deal- he can fit into 18-24 mo. stuff. Well, Mom came out and said, "Are you sure those aren't Kami's?" I looked at the tag and sure enough 3-6 months!! That brings a whole new meaning to skinny jeans.
I swear I buy him normal boy clothes.... I don't even really understand what would make his brain think-'Oh, look what I found,I want to try these tiny jeans on!' My brain seems to work the opposite way when I look at a pair of jeans- 'Don't even THINK about trying to squeeze me into those things!'

not cut out

The house hunting is not going great, we have exhausted the possibilities that are out there right now and so we began to talk about building again. We went to look at some lots that were out in the "country". They were big lots for good prices. Sometimes I think it would be really nice to be a little away from it all... When we got out to the neighborhood we let the kids get out of their seat belts because, well, we were out with the cows and horses. Well, Max rolled down the window and stuck his head out. Promptly he came back in and said, " It REALLY STINKS out there!" I couldn't agree more. We just aren't cut out for the country life I guess.

ummm...

So, I'm nursing Kami and Max asked, "Mom, when I was little did I eat out of your humps?" Before I could answer Ally says, "Max, they are called nibbles."