Monday, March 31, 2008
This was my statement to Tobe Friday night as I crawled into bed, in quite the pitiful state.
My hair was not aching due to an unfortunate straightening iron incident nor due to the fact that its longer length could possibly mean that I am carrying around approximately 7.2 pounds of red mass on my head everyday.
It seems that casa de phillips was struck yet again by the stomach virus....a stomach virus that I was unaware was even going around until Friday morning around 10:30 when it made its decent upon our home. Evelyn had been having major blow-out diaper issues for a week, but she also seems to be getting in a whole set of teeth at one time, so I had not put much thought into her incidents (other than the doubled amount of laundry). However, after I had changed Isaac's diaper for the fourth time Friday morning I came to the conclusion that all was not well in our home. Isaac's fever hit by mid-morning, mine arrived after lunch, and we were down for the count.
About 3:30pm Friday afternoon I managed to drag myself to the computer and type out an SOS email to Tobe that informed him the stomach bug had infested our home and could he please come home quickly, making sure he brought with him the largest Sprite Sonic serves and perhaps a team of qualified Nannies to care for the children.
He arrived home, Route 44 in hand (no nannies in tow), around 5pm to find me laying in the floor, surrounded by toys, attempting to act like I was playing with the children while indeed I was trying to not move an inch of my body. Evelyn was actually quite happy, while Isaac would fluctuate (dramatically...imagine that) between being happy, whining, and lethargic (he ate his supper that night while lying on the kitchen floor...such a sad sight).
By the time bedtime rolled around, every fiber of my being ached, including the roots of my hair. Pondering if this was the beginning of SARS or Avian flu, I finally drifted off into a fitful sleep only to be woken on several occasions by a sick little boy.
Saturday we went into survival mode, meaning that I let any and every toy be pulled out if it meant I could simply lay on the couch. Surprisingly, the favorite and most entertaining toy of the weekend were the children's jack-o-lantern pumpkins from Halloween. At one point, Tobe had to make an emergency diaper and baby wipes run due to all the unexpected issues this bug created. However by late that afternoon, every one seemed to be rallying and this morning things seem to be almost back to normal.
I do apologize from the lack of posting these past few days, but had I attempted to type out some thoughts in such an altered state there is no telling what this blog might say. I cringe at what might have spilled forth from my fingers (I learned my lesson after attempting to blog shortly after the administration of an epidural).
Before the sickness made its invasion on Friday, Isaac and I were able to venture into the front yard (E was napping) to work on the flower beds. Thirty minutes later we retreated inside and here is a recreated version of an email I sent Tobe:
"Never going outside again. Just found snake in flower bed. Will sell any major organ to pay for landscaper to clean up/plant flowerbed."
Obviously I feel the need to repeatedly interrupt Tobe's work day in the most dramatic way possible. I did find a snake (small, but still a snake) in our flower bed. Although I am a pretty tough cookie, I don't do snakes. At all. I don't visit them at the zoo, I don't look at pictures of them, and I don't get within 25 feet of them. I attempted to be brave (simply because the work-at-home dad from across the street was not at home to help) and attack the snake with the broom handle, but I almost collapsed from sheer fright and had to retreat inside. Isaac was quite disappointed that there would be no more digging with his trowel, but retreated inside along with me. Before I became completely incapacitated with the sickness, I was able to Google, "How do I get a mean ol snake out of my flowerbed?"
Apparently the solution is moth balls and cayenne pepper, both of which I bought large quantities of yesterday at Target.
If you happen to drive past casa de phillips in the next few days and think we have been hit by some freak snowstorm, please understand I have simply laid out a few moth balls to rid our yard of any snakes.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
We began the day with a family-friendly Easter church service by the lake. Although quite enjoyable, Isaac was disappointed at the end because A. He did not get to ride on a boat (he has become convinced that Tobe needs to build our family a boat) B. He did not get to swim in the lake(Despite the fact that temperatures dropped while we were outside and he was practically under my coat at the end of the service in feeble attempts to stay warm). C. Neither the Easter Bunny nor Santa Claus were in attendance.
Upon arriving home, we were stunned to find such lovely things on our fireplace hearth
Obviously, Evelyn was beyond thrilled with Easter. She is on the sickly side these past few days, so not very much excites her.
However a new thing to love on makes her super happy
Yes, this is a foam hat made to look like a strawberry. I call it her Easter bonnet and she loves to wear it.
After lunch and naps, we set out to hunt eggs.
Evelyn's eggs were filled with Cheerios. Here she holds out her basket in hopes of getting something better..Hope everyone had a marvelous Easter Day!
Sunday, March 23, 2008
1. Last night, after a nice family dinner we took a walk around our local town shopping area. Isaac was running down the sidewalk and then tripped. He jumped up and said, "Oh, my run was just too fast!'
2. A few days ago when I was putting Isaac down for his nap, he instructed me to go to the store while he was sleeping and buy Little Einstein cereal. Obviously that request was not met for several reasons. However yesterday while out grocery shopping I did scoop up some "My Friends Tigger and Pooh" cereal. I know, shame on me. Anyway, this morning I surprised Isaac with it. He exclaimed, "This is what I always wanted!"
3. This morning as he was getting loaded into the car for church, Isaac boldly proclaimed, "I know the Easter Bunny will be at church today." He also was talking a lot about Santa Claus this morning, which leads me to believe we have a lot more explaining to do regarding holidays.
Easter pictures to come either later tonight or tomorrow...until then, Happy Easter!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
I have stared at this little white box on Blogger now for quite the while, hoping to stir the creative juices inside of me.
Apparently those creative juices are on Spring Break this week, so I give you a few random thoughts/occurrences until something with more substance surfaces.
- Evelyn is featured on the front page of our local newspaper. The paper snapped her picture at "Breakfast with the Easter Bunny" last weekend and we have been eagerly awaiting her debut in newsprint. It is not the greatest picture, but still something fun to put in her baby book (which I should really update considering the last time I opened it was for the nurses at the hospital to put her footprints in it...)
- Evelyn began saying "Isaac" constantly yesterday, which helped minimize the breakfast conversation from Tuesday. When she says it, she says, "IIIIIIIIIII-sic." Can't imagine where she could have possibly learned to make every word have at least two syllables.
- Yesterday Isaac sported a shirt with a flaming guitar that read, "Motown". It made me laugh every time I saw him round the corner in that shirt. Tobe purchased this article of clothing during a business trip to Columbus, Ohio while I was still pregnant with Isaac. It has been tucked away in Isaac's closet until he was finally big enough to wear it.
- While making a diaper run with the children yesterday, a fellow shopper inquired as to what Isaac's shirt said. I proudly exclaimed, "Motown" and was greeted with a blank stare. For some unknown reason, I felt compelled to explain Motown to this man, who continued to look at me with an odd stare. Seriously, where are my social skills these days?
- Last week at our Thursday playtime I spotted a fellow Mommy who I thought I knew from my ACU days. Later that evening, Tobe and I poured over our college yearbooks until I found her picture (and became slightly depressed over the fact college is long gone), certain this was the girl I had spied at playtime. I even emailed Alison to let her know I had spotted this girl. Yesterday at playtime, the girl was there again. Right before I said, "Didn't you go to ACU?" she said to me, "I think I know you from (I was about to interrupt with "ACU?") such and such...." Turns out she is not a fellow wildcat, but I actually know her from another mommy thing. I was caught so off-guard from this twist words simply escaped my mind. And I was left wondering yet again where my social skills have disappeared to and if I will ever possibly find them again.
- Due to a preschooler who took a longer-than-usual nap on Wednesday, Evelyn and I were able to catch a few minutes of Oprah. Miley Cyrus was her guest (AKA Hannah Montana...who apparently is quite the sensation for girls age 5-13). A lot of the discussion was based on how grounded this fifteen year old is despite the fact that her childhood is being spent in the limelight. After commercial break, out comes dad Billy Ray Cyrus (yes, that Billy Ray) to gush over the talents of his daughter. It was then that he said the most frightening thing a parent can ever say, "I just want to be her friend." Please, Billy Ray, don't be her friend...be her parent. Let the other 15 year old girls be her friend.
- Watching the little girls go crazy (and the moms weep, which just mystified me) over Hannah Montana made me a bit glad we are still in this innocent phase of childhood:
(What, you don't keep a large Little Tikes dump truck on your hearth as decoration?)
Happy Good Friday!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
He was sound asleep on his floor. He never woke up while I took the picture or placed him back in his bed. Silly boy.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
She has a widow's peak, but the top part of her hair has been growing faster than that at the "peak", thus creating this sad hairstyle. Although a bow perks it up a bit, it still was not masking the stringy hair woes of Miss Evelyn.
Yesterday morning after a family breakfast of pancakes, I became inspired to trim her hair. Mind you I am not one to cut my hair, my husband's hair, nor my children's hair. I believe such things needs to be left to the trained hands of professionals considering I have a difficult time cutting a piece of paper in half. Channeling my inner hairstylist, I made a few snips with the sewing scissors.
Here is the finished look:
Not bad....and should last us until time to take her for her first salon visit.
Today I could not find Evelyn as we were heading out the door for MOPS. I checked the dishwasher (where I had found her earlier, sitting on the open door! This whole "climbing" business is new to me! Fortunately I was right in the kitchen with her before she decided to take a tumble off the edge.)...not there. I checked her room and this is what I found:
Nothing says "Welcome Spring!" like a sweet little girl playing with her animals in her yellow sundress.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Apparently the sales girl at our local Old Navy is not quite as familiar with this misplaced object phenomenon as I am. E. and I were spending some quality girl time this morning shopping for pants while big brother was busy being educated at the local preschool. As I stepped up to the counter at Old Navy to make my purchase, I began digging deep into the depths of my diaper bag for the trusty wallet.
It was then that I noticed what I apparently had been lugging around this morning, along with diapers and Cheerios....
A bright orange can of Pledge.
I was unable to keep said can of dusting spray concealed from the sales associate, who managed to merely raise an eyebrow at the questionable contents of my bag.
I laughed anxiously and said something about "those silly kids", grabbed my bag, and made a quick getaway. While racing out to the car, I was wondering when and how one of my precious children had managed to A. get the Pledge out of the very high place where it is stored and B. Put it in the diaper bag, which is also kept out of their reach.
It was then that I had a memory of my own self grabbing up those last-minute items off the washing machine (keys, sippy cup, sunglasses, cell phone) while heading out the door with Evelyn twenty minutes earlier. I vaguely remember the Pledge can sitting with those other items (I do some serious kid-free cleaning on Wednesday mornings while E naps and Isaac is at school). Apparently my subconscious thought that Pledge was the final thing I needed to round out the contents of my diaper bag.
Apparently the excitement (AKA sugar high) is lingering, because he is still awake an hour after his bedtime.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
In honor of her 10 month birthday (monthday?), she said her brother's name for the very first time this morning. **
I guess she had enough of not being able to respond to the loud commands of, "BabyEvin-come-herrrrrrrrrreeeee!" issued repeatedly during the course of the day.
(**She repeated me saying "Isaac". Fortunately she did not mimic my tone, which was slightly exasperated due to the fact the boy was crawling through mud at the time.)
Monday, March 10, 2008
Today, something slipped from his little two year old mouth that indeed told us he is 100% ours.
Isaac is currently enrolled in a sports class that meets each week. The idea behind the class is to introduce students to a new sport each week. The class is designed for toddlers so obviously not a lot of actual "game play" occurs. The teacher (affectionately called "Coach") is just happy if everyone stays in the circle for five minutes. Before today, Isaac has learned football and shuffleboard (seriously....perhaps in preparation for retirement?).
Today was an Easter themed class (because nothing says "Resurrection of Christ" quite like sports class) where several games were played with plastic eggs. Coach passed out the speckled plastic eggs and then asked what color each student had.
Isaac eagerly replied, "My egg has cinnamon (cim-a-mon) on it!"
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Evelyn is not too far behind in the talking department as you will see in the following video...
Here are my two boys after building Daddy and Son snowpeople
Friday, March 07, 2008
In more random, disjointed news Evelyn went for her nine month well-visit this week (despite the fact she turns 10 months old in a few days). As we suspected, the girl is off the charts in height. Drum roll please....she is 31 inches long. 31 inches! No wonder we seemed to have skipped right to size 12-18 months clothing. She also weighs in at a healthy 20.1 pounds. The doctor commented on how babies that usually weight 20 pounds before the age of one tend to look chubby, yet Evelyn is quite the skinny girl. I guess all those 31 inches help distribute the 20 pounds. Isaac was 18 months old before he weighed 20 pounds, so this is a whole new world to me.
A lot of people usually inquire as to how old Evelyn is and then comment on how big she is for her age. This has set the wheels in my head in motion. I don't want the comment, "Oh, you are so tall!" to become a burden for Evelyn if she does indeed remain tall. I want this to be something she embraces and puts (a reasonable amount of) pride in. I pray many things for my children, one of those being that they find early on a healthy sense of confidence in who they are, flaws and qualities alike.
In sad news, this also means sweet E. has technically outgrown the Baby Bjorn. Not sure how we are going to safely navigate the park anymore. Any suggestions about this from more seasoned mommies are greatly welcomed!
Our snow is quickly fading into murky puddles of water. I am working up the desire to download our own snow pictures from the camera, edit them, and post them on the blog. I have greatly enjoyed reading every one's tale of a snow day in March!