Wednesday, April 30, 2008
As I was getting in the mini-van to head to the gym (welcome to my suburbian house-wife life) Cohen asked Brett if I was going to get the trampoline. Brett old him "No, we need to go to the store, and then we'll get it."
**Side note, Cohen LOVES the store. Anything store related get's his little heart a beatin'**
So then Cohen said, all excited and red-faced,"Oh, and we'll get the champline, and mommy will build it."
I LOVE my son. I hope he always thinks I build stuff. And the greatest news is, the bunk beds are still standing, much to my amazement. I was a little nervous to let my children sleep on them, especially Kembry on the bottom bunk. I could just imagine the top one falling on top of her. She's so tiny, she'd probably fit into the small space between the two. Never the less, it frightened me. But she's alive, the bunk beds are still up, and Cohen thinks I'm a carpenter. It rocks!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
I CAN FINALLY BREATHE AGAIN!
What movie is this line from?!
"Impossible relationships...my specialty is impossible relationships."
It's a man, and he says the first part to himself, and the second part he looks up to the heroine and says it to her. WHAT IS THIS FROM!? Weeks. I've been struggling for weeks. My mind is fried, I've thought through every movie I've ever seen, and I can't figure it out. Please, keep me from an early grave.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
I am proud to say that my husband and I are both Edward fans. I'm sorry Tanya, but it's true. Natasha, Susan, forgive us our follies, but Edwards our man. (Brett's gonna have my head on a platter if he hears about this post.)
Anyway, I'm not sure what I'm going to do now. I've exhausted my conversational topics. This may be the last Twilight posting until the next book comes out.
YEAH RIGHT! Hahahaha, you wish.
However this little darling:Feels the compulsive need to CONTINUALLY do this:
But this isn't the least of my problems, amazing, I know. Because we're also having a problem with this little guy (he's so cute, how could ever been rotten? Oh, he can be, BELIEVE ME!)
Insists on removing all the letters of his name from the wall:
And throwing them on the floor:
And then REFUSING to go to bed until they're hung back up. He cried for an hour last night because he wanted his "letters on the wall."
But it's all worth it. Because, while I was building the bunk beds (that's right you nay-sayers, I built them. Brett was out getting the mattresses and I decided what the hay, I'll get 'em started.), anyway, while I was building them, Cohen helped too. And I got to enjoy some great mother-son-daughter time:
They were so excited to sleep on their new beds, they didn't even wait for them to be finished. Of course, it was 9:30 p.m., an hour past their bed time, and they were REALLY tired.
Never the less, Cohen kept helping Mommy. He's the greatest.
Anyway, when all was said and done, and the diapers are off the shelf because Kembry takes absolute advantage of not being caged in her crib, and Cohen continues with his obsessive compulsive disorder, after naps are abandoned because playing is more fun, and after many time outs because of jumping on the bed...after ALL OF THIS, it is so worth it when Cohen says, "Oh mommy, you built it for us."
I LOVE my children.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Becky and I didn't care much for that.
Becky and I usually get our way.
Colby also loves the Twilight series. Now if only we could get him to read it...
This is Becky.
She's the one who inspired this little blog. Becky can sense a change in the weather using her magic headaches. She also gets every side effect ever. You know when they say ".9% of participants experienced this side effect," that person was Becky. We love Becky. She schemes up some seriously hilarious pranks. It's always fun, unless they're stealing your "Eclipse" novel when you only have a few chapters left. That was just mean. We love you Becky!
The one in the blue is Rebecca. Haha, which one!? Well, funny you should ask. She's the one on the right. The young beauty to her left is Tanji. She's new, and we welcome her with open arms.
Not pictured are our dear afternoon co-workers: Thomas, Chance and Brooke. Who we still love.
Thomas enjoys jumping out of planes and landing on snow covered mountains. He's pretty tame.
Brooke is a brave woman, who day after day drudges into work and takes on Thomas and Chance. I admire her.
Chance I know little about. The first time I met him he was dressed in short cut off shorts, with a sleeveless shirt unbuttoned, and a blonde, long haired wig. Alright, it was Halloween. In his defense, I was wearing an enormous pink skirt and had a wand. From what I hear, he's a stud.
Now to just gently and safely put my feet on the solid ground...
This was interesting. I thought, "Let's put the kid in a cute pose." HAHAHAHA, like I thought I could do anything to this girl she didn't want done. Which is strange, she's so vogue, you would think she would LOVE getting her picture taken, but she doesn't.
Whoa, what the heck kinda elephant is THAT?
Ok, watch out Kembry, I'm comin' down. WHACK! I told you to watch out.
Now see what you've done. Next time you'll listen to the man whose on top of the elephant.
Tanya attempted the same thing with Larkin, at my insistance. It worked out just as well as it did with Kembry. Larkin and Kembry will forever be terrified of trees.
These are our little Savanah Aniamls.
Greates Picture Ever.
And give me the Bond look.
These are two men not ashamed to hold hands.
You can't see it, and I didn't want to tell Tanya at the time cause I wanted to get a picture (I'm evil, and I have a problem, leave me alone), but Larkin is sucking on the wire. I hope it tasted good. I was tempted to try it myself, he made it look so good...
For me, this was the best part of the day. You know how the penguins are always waiting by that stupid door, hour after hour, waiting for food, and that's all they do (that sounds oddly familiar, it reminds me of the one time Fazoli's wasn't open yet, and I was really hungry...) Anyway, THEY FINALLY FED THE DUMB PENGUINS! It was awesome, they would throw their fish into the water and jump in after them. The boys LOVED it.
Monday, April 21, 2008
I'm especially grateful to be able to meet and get to know strangers. I'm sure it's made many of my friends and family uncomfortable around me, when we're out and about and I strike up a conversation with perfect strangers about completely random stuff.
A week ago I met a complete stranger, and in just a few short days I've begun looking up to her with an awe I've never felt. She's a wonderful example. She's a strong woman and mother, with an AMAZING outlook on life, love, family, and what happens when we go. In just a few short days, she's taken my view on several things, and completely 180'd me. In just a few short days, I feel a connection with her that I hope will have time grow.
You know who you are. I hope you're reading this. Thank you for everything you taught me in these few short days. And good luck today!
Friday, April 18, 2008
I am sleeping, and enjoying myself immensley.
I feel a large hand on my shoulder, shaking me.
"Kelly? Kelly! I haev a question for you."
"How can Alice be giving Bella a pedicure?"
"Well, what if she cut Bella? There would be blood!"
"Ugh, ok, well, maybe she's just painting her toenails."
"But it just doesn't make sense."
"Brett! Alice is very careful, and they have GREAT eyesite, and she probably has the most steady hands around. So, I'm sure if cuticles are involved, everything will turn out savvy."
Unlike the pedicures I get. There is definately blood involved in those.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Cohen has taken on a new form of "talking back", if you can even call it that. This is basically how our conversations used to go:
Kembry: No, mine!
Cohen: No, MINE!
Mommy: Cohen, Kembry, share.
Cohen: Ok Mommy. Here ya go Kembry. *smooch*
Yes, I was spoiled. I know that now. Here is how our conversations read now.
Kembry: No, mine!
Cohen: No, MINE!
Mommy: Cohen, Kembry, share.
Cohen: NO! LEAVE ME ALONE NOW, MOMMY. *throwing himself onto the floor crying as if I had just smacked him across the face on graduation day in front of his highschool sweetheart.*
And he's not even three yet. Oh, what does the future hold for me? All I know is to never, EVER pray for patience. Those are the days where the kitchen sink explodes, the refrigerator light bulb breaks (which I had NOTHING to do with, I swear...well...maybe I had a little to do with it) I slip on the freshly mopped floor due to cat liter being drug up in diapers after an unsupervised kitty liter fight. So now you've got a headache, you can't do the pile of dishes in the sink because it's exploded, you can't see anything in the fridge, and now you're 2 year old is telling you to leave him alone now. Which, you know, you taught him. I am ashamed. I bow my head in disgrace, and I will never, EVER pray for patience again. Unless I'm on a deserted island with a pina colada...and maybe Robert Pattinson. Or Brett. I have to throw that in there, so he wont be offended. LOVE YOU BRETT!