A Good Time was Had by All

You know it was a good party when THIS: Becomes this in a span of an hour!
Many (many!) more pictures to come, plus details, and stories about E's first birthday (tomorrow...same as Mother's Day).

Looking Back...

As May 11th rapidly approaches, we here at casa de phillips are gearing up to celebrate this wonderful first year of Evelyn's life. Although it has only been a mere 363 days to date of having this little girl around, I personally cannot remember life without her.

Because I am a whirl with party preparations (we are having a "Garden Party" themed birthday in our backyard....complete with pink tulle and scads of balloons) and because today is the last MOPS meeting for the semester, this post is going to be short, sweet, and filled with links to catch up on all things Evelyn.

Read here about our announcement of being pregnant with Evelyn.

Read here for all the details about finding out Evelyn was indeed a GIRL!

Due to the fact that I birthed Evelyn in the same hospital that Tobe works for, we were able to have amazing Internet access and blog her birth live. She will likely be in therapy for this one day, but I love looking back on these posts.

If you are interested in following the events of May 11, 2007; start here and enjoy!

First Post

Second Post

Third Post

Fourth Post (I look like I am 12 years old in this picture...which is a bit alarming since I am about to give birth)

Fifth Post

Sixth Post (Note to self: Never dictate blog posts under haze of epidural)

Seventh Post (almost there...)

Meet Evelyn!

Post-birth wrap-up

Amazing how this:

Can turn into this in one short year!

Putting Your Best Mommy Foot Forward

Have you happened to catch any of the new Suave commericals or print ads, encouraging moms to "Say Yes to Beautiful" because "Motherhood isn't always pretty"?

Genius, Suave, Genius.

You can read an article about some of the research behind this campaign here.

Let me say that I am a firm believer in the idea that Mommies need to make an effort each and every day on themselves. I know I feel better when I have on clean clothes (nothing fancy here..some basic shirts and pants do the trick), some make-up, and my hair is styled. I have put on my uniform and am ready to tackle the day.

In our daily activities of park-visiting, library stops, and grocery store runs, I often see mommies toting around children who are dressed preciously in Gymboree's latest line while Mom has barely managed to find a t-shirt and a old pair of yoga pants that match (I am not knocking the yoga pants thing...I own quite the collection myself.) I understand that it is hard for any Mom to find ten minutes to change out of the PJs, brush the teeth, and pull the hair back into a ponytail....much less more time to actually apply make-up or run a warm iron over a shirt. Many mornings I apply my make-up at the breakfast table while we are munching on waffles or am attempting to brush my hair into some sort of style while two small children feel the need to pull everything out of the cabinets of my bathroom. Often times when I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror at the end of the day, I gasp at the sight. Instead of my usual reflection, I see a girl who looks like she must have spent the majority of her day dumpster-diving rather than parenting. The combed hair of earlier usually contains remnants of several flavors of baby food, the pressed clothes are now filled with wrinkles from little hands begging to be picked up, and the eyeliner carefully applied hours before is now smudged in dark circles under my eyes. Yeah, Suave, Motherhood isn't pretty. Despite the fact that at the end of the day I appear to have been at war, I think the effort is worth it.

I want my children to know that I take an appropriate amount of pride in my appearance and attempt to put my best self out there almost every day, even if all I have done that day is clean up spilled apple juice 62 times and kissed a few scraps and bruises. I grew up with a stay-at-home mom who always did the hair and make-up thing even if her main task on any particular day was to shuttle three kids back and forth from swim practice or school. At the time, I likely did not give a second thought to the fact that my mom made an effort to look presentable every day (with the exception of her windsuit phase...in which she had no less than 37 windsuits of different colors in her closet. My brothers and I did get a big laugh out of that. To her credit, I believe it was the style at the time and every other mother in the school pick-up line was likely sporting the same attire. Fortunately, she rid her closet of the windsuit when they went out of style). Today I appreciate that small, quiet example (among many others)that she set for us.

As Mother's Day approaches and all of us Mommies are blessed with 24 hours centered around us and the women in our lives, take a few minutes to encourage yourself to "Say Yes to Beautiful". Taking care of yourself benefits not only you but your entire family. Print out this blog post for the ol husband as a BIG HINT that he needs to throw some gift certificates to Ann Taylor, White House Black Market, or even The Gap into your Mother's Day gift. (Tobe needs no hint because the boy is great about keeping my closet full). Slap on a little lip gloss, run a brush through your hair, scrape the inevitable sticky substance off your pants, and feel perky about the "you" that is being presented to the world.

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Because I am on the topic of commercials and motherhood, has anyone caught the Juicy Juice commercial put out for Mother's Day? It made me tear up last night when it came on...almost enough to purchase non-organic juice for my children in support of such a sentiment.

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Two children stories to share as well:

1. Last night we went to visit dear, dear friends who just welcomed baby number three into their family. As of today, Isaac has no recollection of ever seeing this new little baby. He claims there was no baby in the hospital room. Evelyn however LOVED the baby. She squealed, clapped, and became all giddy when Tobe showed her the baby. While I was holding him, Evelyn kept pointing and signing "more" in hopes of getting her little hands on him. Too sweet, that girl of ours.

2. Thomas the Train visits our town twice a year. We missed his last visit, but this has not stopped Isaac from claiming he hears Thomas whenever we hear the whistle of a regular train. However, Isaac believes his name is not "Thomas the Train" but "Thomas Butrain"....as in his first name is Thomas and his last name is Butrain. Hysterical.

Cinco de Mayo (aka "A Good Excuse to Eat Queso")

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

In honor of this celebration of the Mexican victory over the French in the Battle of Puebla in 1862 (Thank You, Google), we have tossed around a bit of festiveness here at casa de phillips. The morning began with some yummy breakfast burritos, followed by a nutritious meal at McDonald's for lunch (more on that to come), and for dinner we indulged in chips and queso and Chicken Enchiladas with Creamy Green Salsa. Ole!

As mentioned, today the children and I met up with a friend and her children for lunch. Originally we had planned to dine at the ever-popular Chick-fil-a, but rainy weather made us change our plans at the last minute (our Chick-fil-a playground is outside). After getting settled in with our healthy meals of chicken nuggets, apple slices, and juice, another mom entered the play/dining area. She proceeded to drop her not-yet 18 month old off in the play area and then left to order her food. It should be noted that the main part of the restaurant and the front counter are a separate room from the play area...a room that cannot be seen from the front of the store. The mom eventually returned after my friend and I felt responsible for watching this baby and making sure she did not escape out of one of the two fire exits or consume various food pieces off the floor. The mom came back, food and older child in tow. The family ate and then the children rushed to play on the playscape. The mom chatted with my friend and me, inquiring about our children's ages. She then proceeded to pick Evelyn up and twirl her around, talking to her and kissing her before finally putting her back on the ground.

Um, that's not cool.

If you are my friend or an acquaintance, feel free to appropriately love on my children. If you are a stranger, you may talk to them and then be on your merry way.

Let it be known that I am quite non-confrontational so my response was to walk over to this mom and nervously said, "Here, let me take her from you." as I retrieved Evelyn (and did not let her go until strange mom vacated the area....who happened to return about five minutes later in search of her older child who she had seemed to misplace).

How do you feel about strangers picking up your child? How would you have handled the situation?

Weekend Warriors

The HGTV camera crew needs to swing by casa de phillips and take some footage because Tobe and I were landscaping fools this weekend.

Perhaps "Landscaping fools" is a bit dramatic, but the time devoted to working on our backyard by two people who often comment on how the first thing they would do should they win the lottery is hire a full-time Gardner is quite remarkable.

Back when Isaac was a small baby, I recall one of my friends advising me that when the time came to purchase a playhouse we should buy one with a floor. I quickly lost that little parenting tidbit amongst the feeding schedules and sleep training and baby food making. Fast-forward almost three years and we are the proud owners of a beautiful Little Tikes log cabin playhouse....that does not have its own floor. Add some rain and some leaves and random tuffs of grass and the log cabin quickly becomes quite the messy place to play.

I came up with the excellent idea of creating our own personal playground in our backyard, marked off and filled with mulch. I figured if the floor of the cabin was mulched it would be less muddy and void of random pieces of grass. My initial plans for the playground-in-our backyard were much too grand and Tobe was quick to point out that it would take us many, many hours of hard labor to undertake such a project. We scaled the plans back and are happy with the end result...so happy we might even expand the playground eventually.

Here are the before pictures: A sad corner in the backyard After hours spent digging up grass (a lot that I pulled by hand)and leveling out of the yard, we added border and mulch.
The log cabin's new home...complete with flowers. We also bought rubber door mats with large holes and placed those inside the cabin as additional flooring.
Home Sweet Home
These were our two assistants.

Tobe also planted a crop of cotton to go along with his corn and did two large flowerbeds alongside the house.
Please excuse Isaac's hat...it happens to be his sun hat from last summer and is on inside out. I tried to get him to select a hat for this summer (kids should wear hats in the sun) during a recent trip to Wal-Mart, but they were all too small for his head in the toddler section. Looks like we need to shop for head gear over in the Big Boys department.
Evelyn loves this hat....LOVES IT. She cried anytime we took it off and has worn it all weekend. Good thing she can pull off the hat look, because neither Tobe nor I are able to sport a hat and look decent.

Positive, Positve Friday

Positive thoughts....positive thoughts...positive thoughts....

That is what I am going to convey on my little blog today because posts this week have seemed to be quite the downers. I am quite positive no one wants to enter the weekend hearing me complain about sickness or early mornings yet again.

Isaac appears to be on the mend, health wise. After a solid 12 hours of sleep, he awoke yesterday morning happy and eager to play. He even invited Evelyn to join him in his room, which has been a rare occurrence lately. The happy mood had disappeared by around 9am and was replaced by post-sickness grouchiness. I decided we all needed a breath of fresh air and loaded us up for the mall after Evelyn's morning nap.

About 2.4 seconds after stepping foot inside the mall, I was already threatening to turn our red stroller around and leave if Isaac did not manage to pull his attitude together. Aren't such threats the worse? The only person who whose psyche would have truly been hurt had we vacated the mall due to bad behavior would have been mine. I am the one who had to return something at one place and scoop something up at another....Isaac was merely along for the ride. Typically our outings run quite smoothly and everyone enjoys themselves. Yesterday I could tell we were on borrowed time and had a very small window of opportunity before grouchiness (Isaac's...Evelyn and I were in our element) set in and disciplining had to begin.

We managed to get all errands done at the mall and find a few smiles and giggles along the way. A fellow mommy who I did not know wanted to chat about our stroller and the ages of my children while we both scoured the sales racks at Banana Republic (the location of my return). She was quite chatty due to the fact that her children were in Mothers Day Out at the time and she was free to wander leisurely. I attempted to wind up the conversation, desperately wanting to explain it was because our window of opportunity was closing rapidly. Finally we escaped and continued our mall journey.

The window closed quickly at the very end of our excursion while Isaac was shopping for a birthday present for his sister (she turns one in a little over a week!!!). For some reason, this was the breaking point, causing me to abandon our purchases and retreat to the car. Consequences were administered and nap time began the moment we walked through the doors of casa de phillips. Happy Isaac joined us after nap time and all was well.

Because we are approaching the weekend and because I promised positive thoughts, I want to encourage you, dear reader, to rush out and purchase some ice cream this weekend (what is more positive than ice cream?). Not just any ice cream, but Haagen-Dazs Vanilla Honey Bee ice cream. Mysteriously the honey bee population is disappearing. Tobe recently told me this, to which I replied, "I knew that last summer." (Aren't I a jewel to live with? However, with a newborn last summer I was watching a lot more news during middle of the night feedings and staying up with all the latest stories). Haagan Dazs has embarked on this campaign to Help the Honey Bees because we rely on them for the pollination of many fruits and for the production of honey. So do the world a favor and eat some ice cream these next few days.

Happy Friday!

Good-bye, "Mother of the Year" Dreams...

Should the powers-that-be happen to be handing out "Mother of the Year" awards this week, my name will not be plated in gold on any sort of plaque.

In the wee morning hours, I awoke to a complaining two year old telling me he had a messy face. Despite my sleepy state, I did notice that his nose seemed stuffy and quickly assumed it must have been dripping onto his face. I retrieved a tissue for him and sent him back to bed.

I awoke ten minutes later to him vomiting in my bedroom doorway.

After rushing him to the bathroom, where more sickness occurred, I woke-up a bit more and realized that the messy face he had been complaining of earlier was the result of him being sick in his bed...the bed I had unknowingly sent him back to sleep in.

A quick clean-up and a sip of water later, I returned him to bed assuming that the sickness was a freak accident of allergy drainage. Um, not so much. It continued until around lunchtime today. Our washer has been going constantly and the house is almost unrecognizable with toys strewn about. As I compose this post, there is a little tikes yellow chair sitting next to the computer desk. Not sure how or why it came into my bedroom and hopefully it will just-as-mysteriously return to its place of origin.

Due to his little bout with the stomach bug and being unable to keep even a tablespoon of Pedi-lyte down, Isaac was administered some anti-nausea medicine the old-fashioned, quite unpleasant way. As I gently attempted to explain the procedure for administering such medicine, he looked up at me and said, "But it (meaning the vomit) not come out my bo*tom, it is coming out my mouth." Bless his heart.

Most of the sickness seems to be gone, with a surge of energy inspiring Isaac to wake from his nap (he had fallen asleep after the medicine had been given to him at 11am) in search of Mommy who was attempting to snooze on the couch due to the fact I had been awake since 3:30am (E. was napping in her crib at this time). I had barely closed my eyes after putting Evelyn down, when I hear a little voice say, "I need more orange juice (referring to the Pedi-lyte he had been sipping on). I like my orange juice because I like the color orange." Good to know. This was at 1pm, so it was a long afternoon with a tired mommy, a sick toddler, and a baby happy to explore all off-limits areas of casa de phillips.

Isaac was feeling puny again this evening so we deemed it an early bath and bedtime night. As I dressed him in his pajamas, I asked if he wanted Tobe to read him a story in the rock-rock chair or in his bed. He flatly replied, "I just want to sleep." The boy was sound asleep by 7:05pm.

I am off to find slumber my own self. Hopefully tomorrow there will be no tales of sickness and the ol washing machine can have a much deserved break.

Just Another Day on the Homestead

This morning I was up at 5:30am reading "Love and Logic for Preschoolers" with my first cup of coffee. My early hours literature selection tells you what kind of parenting day it has been around here at casa de phillips.

If I had the energy, I would expound on all the antics of my two year old who appears to be rapidly working towards a Master's degree in "The Fine Art of Arguing" with minors in "Fighting with Your Sister" and "Whining Over Every One of Life's Details." Yeah, it has been an exhausting day and we are just at nap time (which neither child seems too keen on participating in at the time).

Despite my low morale this fine Spring day, I attempted to create a semblance of fun for the children to mask the fact that I would much rather plop all three of us in front of the television for twelve hours straight than to be energetic and creative. Because the ol brain was tired, the most fun I could create was having a theme day. Today's theme is "Cowboy Day." So far, Cowboy Day activities have consisted of both children wearing cowboy/cowgirl apparel. See, the creative juices aren't really flowing. Perhaps for snack we'll eat some marshmallows and a chocolate chip and pretend they are s'mores...

Here is a meeting of the minds that took place this morning..shortly before I had to equally divide up every bowl and magnetic letter in the house

Cowboy Day

Despite my early search for positive parenting solutions, I am sure their were parents across our fine world looking just as earnestly for answers to their own troubles with children. Most likely while I was reading how to deal with a little person logically, I bet Billy Ray Cyrus and Co. were reading, "How Not to Exploit One's Underage Daughter Who Happens to be a Mega-Star"

Weekend Recap

The husband and I hit the town Saturday evening to attend the wedding of one of his co-workers. Meals that do not involve sippy cups, dinosaur chicken nuggets, or an abundance of cracker crumbs are always enjoyable. The wedding was a blast and I enjoyed talking with all of Tobe's friends. Like the dress I am wearing? The husband bought it for me at one of my favorite stores, White House Black Market. He's cool like that.

Isaac's mysterious fever disappeared late Friday evening and has yet to return. He still had a case of whiny-ness over the weekend, but at least I did not have to give him a bath at 2:30am while the rest of the house slept. Despite the lack of fever, the past few nights Isaac has been claiming to have a "high feed-ber" in hopes of being able to stay up past his bedtime and watch Food Network with Mommy. So far that little scheme hasn't worked.

After a busy weekend and a fun play date this morning, we are gearing up for a super-busy month of May. First on the list, E's first birthday party....which reminds me I should really get around to planning that little event before she is scarred for eternity over the fact that we barely acknowledged the first year of her life.

Off to channel my inner Martha Stewart...

Oh So Pretty!

Like the new look? Jen over at Trendy Mommy Designs gave Save the Phillips Family a much needed makeover.

I would say she did quite the fabulous job.


If only someone would stop by casa de phillips and give me a makeover...


The new blog isn't quite finished yet, but this little boy has been running high fevers since yesterday evening.


We actually ran into some close friends in the pediatrician's waiting room. They turned the corner and found Evelyn, Isaac, and I tucked away behind the aquarium waiting for our name to be called. Their initial perky, "Hi!" was quickly replaced by "Oh, Isaac" when they saw his feverish, icky little self tucked deep into my lap. Apparently he just has a virus and a regimen of Motrin and liquids should cure him soon....and a steady dose of Blue's Clues to help with the whining.

Upon arriving home from the doctor's office, Isaac asked quite pitifully if he could eat his lunch in the living room. I relented, put his lunch on a plate, and returned no more than two minutes later to find this:


That is Isaac, alseep standing up. The fact that Evelyn was crying for her lunch and I was talking on the phone loudly did not seem to phase him one little bit.

Four Hundred Posts...and a million dust bunnies later

Today I officially hit 400 posts! My kitchen floor might be littered with cheerios and dried peas (my children LOVE green peas...blech), but my blog is rockin' four hundred posts. At least I have my priorities together.

In honor of this 400th post, I am going to share seven random things about me. I have been tagged for this little meme more times than I care to remember, but have never followed through...likely because there is an attack duck story to share or I felt the need to recount how one more person asked if my children were twins. Today is the day.....here are seven random things about me!

1. While in Kenya, I was the victim of an attempted mugging. I had gone with a fellow American, along with our Kenyan friend, into the heart of Nairobi to phone my parents (the only time I talked to them during the 2+ months I was there...I think it cost us close to $50!). We were crossing a busy street with about a hundred other people (all locals). Our guide bravely darted across, barely missing several buses barging down the street, but the other American and I hesitated (we were accustomed to nicely designated walkways). Someone must have sensed my hesitation and a man took the opportunity to grab at the wallet that was hanging around my neck (which was smartly concealed under my t-shirt and a jacket. However, a small string must have been showing at the nape of my neck). I quickly realized what was happening and screamed "NO!" and grabbed it back. Because we were going to make these phone calls, I had a credit card, money, and my passport all in that travel wallet (Normally I would not have been carrying more than a few dollars on me). Losing my passport would have been tragic because this was just two years after the US Embassy had been bombed in Nairobi and it was still not completely up and running....I might still be there waiting on a replacement passport. Fortunately my frantic scream scared the man and he ran away. It is custom to yell "Thief!" if being mugged in Nairobi. If you are in a sympathetic crowd at the time, others will chase down the thief and stone him...usually to death. My Kenyan friend questioned me as to why I did not yell "thief" and couldn't quite grasp the fact that I had no such desire to witness a stoning that day.

2. Because I live with two small people with a deep love for snacks, it seems there are crumbs everywhere. I have developed a deep love for vacuuming and get great satisfaction from hearing our little vacuum cleaner suck up various Cheerios, crackers, and goldfish. I currently vacuum twice a week, but am tempted to do it more often simply because I hate seeing stray crumbs lying about.

3.Tobe and I had only dated for one week when we decided to get married. We told our parents and reserved the church. Although this sounds dramatic, it really is not considering we had known each other forever by that point. However, I do like to say, "We reserved the church to get married a week after we started dating."

4. I have horrible fingernails. They do not grow well and break way too easily. I find this odd considering my hair grows at a rapid pace and is thick enough to cover at least three other people's heads. I would love to have beautiful nails, but am not willing to pay the price (or devote the time) for fake ones.

5. Speaking of my hair, I am currently in the process of growing it out in order to donate it to Locks of Love. My original plan was to cut it this month, but I have decided to keep growing it until after a June wedding that I am in. I think I likely will not cut it until the fall because I have become quite attached to its longer length. I worry about Isaac and Evelyn's reactions to a dramatic change in hairstyles....Evelyn currently uses my hair as a handy ladder when attempting to pull herself into a standing position. She will miss it when it is gone.

6. I function much better as a human being when I have some quiet time to myself each morning. I really need at least 10-15 minutes alone with my cup of coffee in order to focus my mind and find a sense of perkiness. I intentionally get up really early in order to have this time for myself. Quiet time is really more important than a few extra minutes of sleep in my book.

7. This morning, as I was attempting to multi-task, I ended up pouring coffee into Evelyn's powdered oatmeal (it was waiting for formula to be added) rather than in my coffee cup. Not only did I pour the coffee into the oatmeal, I then proceeded to stir up the oatmeal and walk over to the table as if I were going to feed Evelyn this caffeinated goop. Fortunately I realized my mistake and fixed her a regular bowl (and myself another cup of coffee) before I accidentally hyped her up for the day. I know this isn't really a random fact about me, but it is slightly amusing.

Yeah for 400 posts!!!

Works for Me!--Encouraging Toddler to Eat

I am playing along with Shannon over at Rocks in My Dryer today and sharing a new trick to encourage Isaac to eat a wider variety of food.

Before we even brought Isaac home from the hospital, I came to understand that eating was a major issue in the mother/child relationship. Due to various issues, we came home with a 7 pound baby boy who was both breast-feeding and drinking formula from a medicine cup (don't ask...it was something suggested by a demanding lactation specialist and only a new mommy with little sense would agree to such silliness). Feeding him became the instant purpose for my being those initial weeks.

Fast-forward almost three years later and Isaac is an eating machine. Although he has his picky streaks, he usually eats more in a day than I do. However, he is a bit rigid about what he will eat and how he will eat it. For instance, he (thinks he) cannot eat food combined together (casseroles, hamburgers, etc...). I suppose he likes one single taste rather than a combination of tastes. We have a rule that everything must be given an honest try on his plate, but currently do not make him eat an entire serving of a food he does not care for....although the one bite rule will likely morph into a three bite rule as he ages. Also, he eats what we are eating at supper with usually some extra fruit thrown on his plate.

Enter my new strategy....letting him help with dinner preparation. Isaac has been cooking with me since he was about 17 months old. However, that cooking has usually just centered around baking cookies or cakes. Lately he has been assisting me with the baking of biscuits, pancakes, or muffins for our Saturday morning breakfast time. Now I have also enlisted his help in supper preparation. Such duties have really inspired him to eat new things simply because he cooked them himself.

He is more apt to munch on bell pepper while we make pizza or actually eat turkey on a sandwich rather than picking the whole thing apart. He has a sense of pride when everyone is summoned to the table because he was part of the process that generated the food. Who knows...perhaps this is the beginning of an illustrious career as a chef and his own show (with guest appearances by his astonishingly young looking mother) on the Food Network.

Pull up a chair (or if you have the space and extra cash, buy one of these) and let your kids in on the cooking. It is a test in patience, but it opens the doors of communication, provides ample opportunities to learn, and might inspire that picky child to eat what he/she has created.

Works for me!

Just another day in the neighborhood....

Last week I bemoaned the fact that our daily schedule appeared to have gone missing and implored someone to please return it ASAP. Well, fortunately Mr. Schedule reappeared and we seem to be back in the groove.

Yet that groove is never boring here at casa de phillips, likely because I live with the least boring people on the planet.

Here are a few examples of our "groove"....

1. Isaac has started having imaginary friends and/or believing that he personally knows everyone. This is quite hilarious, especially sense he makes up completely nonsensical names for these friends. His current BIFF (Best Imaginary Friend Forever) is Ee-ya. Ee-ya is a little boy with brown hair and just lives with his daddy. Ee-ya likes to play and go to Kohls. Personally I feel bad that Ee-ya is growing up in a single-parent home and hope he one day becomes connected with the Imaginary Big Brothers/Big Sisters program.

2. On Friday I caught Isaac brushing Evelyn's hair with the toilet brush. I am sure it won't be the last time.

3. Isaac has decided that when the phone rings, it is his job to answer it. Let me assure you that it is not his job to answer any phone. He has figured out that if he runs to the master bedroom and picks up the corded phone, he can talk on the phone while I answer the cordless model in the kitchen. This has lead to several occasions of me attempting to carry on a pleasant upbeat conversation with the person on the other end of the line while giving threatening looks and gestures to my two year old to put down the phone. I am not so great at the multi-tasking and managed to provide completely bogus to directions to casa de phillips to a friend during such a time.

4. Potty training is going great and Isaac is accident-free most days. He is quite independent with his bathroom skills and can get all of his business done if I simply unbutton his pants. Wonderful. However, he often yells "Baby Evin is getting my pee-pee" the instant he exits the bathroom. He has some crazy fear that Evelyn is constantly on the prowl to get in his potty the minute he leaves it.

5. During another bluebonnet picture excursion, I someone managed to step in an ant pile...while leading Isaac by the hand...which resulted in numerous ant bites on both our legs. Such an experience led me to practically stripping Isaac of his wardrobe in an open field in search of lurking ants in his diaper and clothes.

6. Here are a few questions I hear multiple...multiple..times a day: "What we do now, Mommy?" "What we do on this day, Mommy?" "Where we go, Mommy?" "Where is (insert designated location), Mommy?" "What we do after this day, Mommy?" "What we do second, Mommy?" "Who will be there, Mommy?"

Obviously the boy has figured out the whole "We love a schedule and a plan at casa de phillips" idea.

Perhaps such questioning is a good thing considering a recent study that just came out reports that children under the age of 3 who hear at least 17,000 words a day spoken by their parents fare better academically than those who do not hear such excessive communication. Isaac's questioning requires me to go in great detail (espcially when he desires to know specific locations), thus uping my quota of words spoken.

Happy Earth Day!

Why "Save the Phillips"?

Over the years (Perhaps we should pause and recognize the fact that I have officially been blogging for years. Let us not think about how great my house might look had I not been spending quite so much time typing out silly stories.) people have asked as to why we named our little spot in the world wide web, "Save the Phillips Family"

When Isaac was just a few weeks old, Tobe and I created this blog as a way for friends and family to watch our baby grow. As we sat at the computer that night, likely sleep-deprived, we thought of names for our little blog. Somehow I came up with "Save the Phillips Family," a name that made me giggle uncontrollably, likely because it sounded like some sub-culture movement to better the earth.

Years later, I still giggle every time I open my Blogger dashboard and see "Save the Phillips" in bold letters at the top. Although this title invokes laughter most days, it carries with it a bit of meaning and truth.

Honestly, who doesn't need saving every once and a while?

We all need a little saving, even over here at casa de phillips....saving from ourselves, saving from materialism, saving from a sibling's jealous hand, saving from competitive mothering, saving from the ice cream sitting in the freezer, saving from the children who seem to know the moment a bathroom is entered in search of privacy, saving from the allergy season which will not end, saving from the false truths of the media, saving from having to endure one more Presidential debate. Just saving in general.

This little blog has saved me more than once on those days when I question who really thought it was a good idea to put me in charge of two little people and their world. I have reconnected and met people through this blogspot that I likely would have never had the chance to communicate with otherwise. I have been able to share my journey of being a mommy with readers who can relate or guide me along a better path. What a blessing.

Thanks for saving our little family on occasion. Hopefully we can return the favor one day.

Now that you know the history behind http://www.savethephillipsfamily.blogspot.com/, share the story of how you came upon your blog's name. There are some great ones out there and I often wonder as to where such a title originated.

(By the way, if you have ever looked back in our archives you might notice that blogging begins once Isaac is three months old, not when he was a newborn. After Tobe and I set up our blog that first night, we forgot the password information. That original post is lost somewhere in the vast Internet. I did not revisit the blog until the fog of sleep deprivation cleared and Isaac was sleeping through the night.)

Two Year Old Antics

Having a two and a half year old around proves to be quite entertaining most days. For instance, as I type this, Isaac is standing on his potty/step stool singing songs to himself in the mirror in my bathroom while brushing his teeth with Tobe's toothbrush. Apparently he finds his own reflection to be quite engaging.

Yesterday his favorite activity was carrying his step stool/potty around the house, using it to be able to reach light switches. Seems that most of the switches were in some need of repair (at least in his mind) and he worked on all of them for quite the while with his tool box. Fortunately they are all still working today.

Upon arriving home Monday morning after not seeing Isaac for two days, I informed him that I thought he had grown three feet since Saturday. He looked at me quite seriously and said, "I just grow two feet, Mommy....see (pointing at his actual feet)!"

Talking on the phone has also become a favorite pastime (when he is not carrying around his potty). He prefers to use the actual phone, rather than a toy one. After dialing no fewer than 23 numbers, Isaac starts into his conversation with the person he believes to be on the other end of the line. Yesterday it was one of his little friends (we'll call her Susie to protect her privacy). He happens to have a friend at school with the same name. His pretend call to "Susie" went something like this: "Hi, Susie, its me Isaac. You are not school Susie. You are other friend Susie. That is your name." Glad he cleared that one up.

Last night our little family went out to eat as a mini-celebration of my entering the 31st year of life. As we were winding down on eating, Isaac turned and informed the waitress (who was walking away from our table), "We are almost ready to go, Lady." Lady? To my knowledge neither Tobe nor myself refer to anyone as "Lady." We both were attempting to contain the laughter in fear of Isaac being encouraged to call everyone, "Lady."

Happy Friday!

Here are a few random pictures, simply because I feel they make my posts a bit more interesting (although what could be more interesting than talking about someone carrying around a potty chair?). I wish I was one of those bloggers who toted her camera everywhere in order to have pictures that corresponded to the stories told. Sadly, I am not. However, I always have some random pictures to throw on the end just for fun.

$100 Put to Good Use

Several months ago, Tobe received a call from our Alma mater. The purpose of the call was to promote the upcoming release of the alumni directory This was to be no ordinary alumni directory...but the supreme source of any and all alumni information one might need to know.

In a moment of weakness and perhaps out of a bit of Wildcat pride (which we do have quite a bit of around here), Tobe agreed to purchase the directory for the low price of $99. Yes, apparently the days of the free Hello! Book are gone. However, Tobe was promised a free round-trip airfare for making this purchase.

Just a few weeks ago, this supreme alumni directory came up in conversation. We realized we had yet to receive our golden copy despite the fact that many,many months had passed since that night Tobe placed his order. Although we have yet to have any major need to look up long lost alumni, the fact that we were unable to due to our missing directory sent us (okay, me) into a mild panic.

Last week our patience was rewarded when our prized directory arrived in the mail. Immediately I ripped into the box and did the most obvious thing one would do with a large phone book they paid big bucks for....I looked up all my close friends. Despite the fact that I know Alison's phone number, her spouse's name, the number of children she has birthed, and I talk to her on a weekly basis, I still felt compelled to examine her spot in the alumni directory. Obviously our money was put to good use.

After researching all old roomies and friends who I see on a regular basis, I began to search out my own little spot in the directory. The great thing about this mega-directory is that girls (women?) are cross-referenced by maiden and married name. I looked up myself, noted that I was married to Tobe, had received two degrees from ACU, and had two lovely children. Yep, that's me.

Next I headed on to read Tobe's information. His little blurb listed his various degrees (he's a smart one, y'all), his lovely wife, Lynley, his current job title, and his son Isaac.

Yes, just his son, Isaac.

Tobe's blurb was on the bottom of the page and it seems there was no room to include Evelyn's name. Apparently $99 isn't enough to solve such a technical problem. So all the past ACU graduates who happen to look both Tobe and myself up in this directory in order to see what is going on in our lives will notice that although I have two children, my husband only has one.

Klassy.

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While Isaac was at school yesterday, I took Evelyn out to attempt some bluebonnet pictures for her birthday card. Nothing turned out great and when we were leaving I realized a security guard (we were in a vacant field adjacent to a large factory) was scouring the field looking for something...potentially us (not sure if we were actually allowed to be in that field). Here are a few pictures from today.

Home Again!

All four members of casa de phillips are home, safe and sound, attempting to find our normal daily routine. If you happen to stumble across it, please send it this way.

Thanks for all the comments about my Grandmother. She has been moved into a rehabilitation facility for a few weeks to receive physical therapy and to help her shoulder heal. She is one tough cookie and isn't going to let a mere shoulder break get her down.

Evelyn and I flew back to Texas Monday morning, after almost missing our flight due to incredibly heavy traffic created by an accident. Although getting through security was a breeze with just one child (I won't mention how a considerate TSA worker became severely frustrated when I told him I could not lift our heavy stroller onto the conveyor belt while holding a wiggly 11 month old....fortunately Kind Business Man stepped in and helped.), the flight was not our best. Evelyn has a need to GO and sitting in a car seat (after enduring one for almost two hours in traffic) or in my lap is not her idea of fun. However, she did greatly love standing in my lap and waving at any and every passenger who would look her way. Special thanks goes out to the man sitting in front of me who felt the need to recline his seat, despite the fact that there is zero leg room anyway and I was holding a fussy baby. Thanks, dude. Hope you enjoyed your paper from your reclined position. I enjoyed letting my child repeatedly put the tray table up and down during the flight, since it happened to be in my face anyway.

Moving on....

Monday afternoon Tobe and I headed out to Houston for the Bruce Springsteen concert (I had to give my ticket up for the show in Dallas Sunday night because of the impromptu trip to Arkansas). Only one word describes the show: EXCELLENT! We were questioned by a fellow concert-goer as to our age (we look younger than we are...especially with no kids in tow...and most people in the crowd were middle-aged) and then given great accolades for our taste in music. It was a great, quick trip. One of the highlights was witnessing the end of a drug bust at our hotel when we check-in. Nice. However, my sense of reasoning decided that since a drug bust had already occurred, we were quite safe. I am nothing if not practical.

Today is all about getting back into our groove and cleaning the hovel that is our house. Wish us luck.

While E. and I were away, Tobe and Isaac fit more into two days than I get accomplished with the children all week. They enjoyed each other's company so much, I do not think they realized the girls were gone.

Here are a few pictures of Isaac at our local farm enjoying a spring festival:

Whirlwind

This morning I am posting from chilly Arkansas, which is a bit crazy considering I am supposed to be in Texas right now.

Friday evening we received a call that my grandmother had fallen and broken her shoulder and was in the hospital. My parents happened to be visiting casa de phillips at the time. Saturday morning Evelyn and I piled into their van to return back to Arkansas, while Isaac and Tobe stayed behind to enjoy a boy's weekend.

Currently Grandmother is in the hospital, enjoying the treats delivered every four hours from the pharmacy. Originally it was believed she would have surgery, but it seems like that is not going to be the case right now. She has a long road of healing ahead of her and would appreciate any and all prayers.

Most likely, E. and I will return to casa de phillips tomorrow, completing this whirlwind trip. She quickly settled into the role of "only child" these past 24 hours and has enjoyed having everyone all to herself. However, yesterday after crying for a while in the car trying to fall asleep, she eventually began calling "I-------sic." over and over until she nodded off.

Casa de Phillips' Tree Removal Service

When Isaac was a baby, I quickly realized the mega-empire that is Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. Being the doting new mommy, I eagerly took Isaac to the local mall to have his photo taken with Santa. It was then that I realized photo ops with Santa were not a mere $5 as I had expected them to be....rather packages started at $16.99. Same thing with the Easter Bunny. I love my children, but paying almost $20 for a picture of a crying baby sitting in the lap of a bored, costumed adult sounds crazy to me. It was then that I decided we could simply purchase our own Santa and Bunny suits, dress Tobe up during these holiday times, and charge a mere $7.99 and make a killing.

Although we have yet to do this, I still think it would make a great business.

Yesterday I decided upon a new business venture for casa de phillips: Tree Removal. Due to violent storms that struck our area Wednesday night, we had damage to a tree in our front yard. After calling many tree removal services, I quickly realized that it is perfectly okay to inflate prices for such services after a storm. One polite man told me to take the first available person and pay whatever price asked if I wanted the tree removed before May, due to the high number of removal requests in our area. He told me I could be asked to pay as high as $2,000 and that was apparently a-okay.

Obviously he doesn't know that if we are shelling out $2,000 to anyone it better be to some luxury hotel in a tropical climate.

After learning of tree removal racketeering, I decided that I could learn to use a chainsaw and start my own little side business each spring. If we charged simply $800 per tree we could totally afford the nanny who would have to come care for the children while their mama is yielding large machinery and hacking up trees.

Here are some pictures of our damage: The whole tree is going to have to be removed because it is quite unstable. I told Tobe I am in mourning over the loss of this beautiful pear tree because we basically nursed it back to good health when we moved into casa de phillips six years ago.


I did manage to find someone to cut up and remove the tree...including the stump...for a reasonable price. I am not sure they are an actual listed business (the man was quite proud that he did not charge sales tax), but I am not really phased by such technicalities at this point. I would simply like to be able to walk in my front yard without having to either climb over a large branch or fear a unstable tree is going to fall on my head.
We also lost a small section of our fence as well. Notice that square of dirt in our backyard? That is our garden, where Isaac and Tobe are growing corn.
Here is Isaac next to his "crop" which we discuss in length every day. His favorite thing to do is check on the corn, yell at the corn to grow, and instruct the sun to shine down on his corn in order to make it grow. I'll let y'all know when we have our corn harvesting party over here.

Happy Friday!

Martha Stewart...or Bill Gates...I am not

Have I ever mentioned the time I thought it would be a great idea to handmake Isaac's birth announcements and our 2005 Christmas cards?




Probably not because I am likely suffering a touch of the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from undertaking such a task.


Because I learned my lesson in attempting to craft more than three invitation-type cards for anything, I recently purchased adorable invites for an upcoming shower I am hosting (or "throwing" as we tend to say here in the South). Let me preface this by saying, I am DELIGHTED to be co hosting this event for one of my dearest friends. DELIGHTED! Although I love my friend deeply, I do not love anything enough to reach the brink of insanity by attempting to hand craft cute cards.



E. and I purchased some great stationary today (this is actually the second great stationary purchased...but that is another post in itself). I sat down this afternoon all ready to print out my cute, rapidly produced invitations. I just finished these "super-fast" invites ten minutes ago (obviously there were child-rearing, dinner-preparation, bath-giving breaks in the span of that time). Technical genius I am not.



Because of such mental energy devoted to these lovely invites, I am simply leaving you with this nice park pictures from yesterday. Enjoy.



Also, someone please tell me when Evelyn morphed from a baby into an almost-toddler....it is just about breaking my heart!