September 26, 2008
Zen Moments
Every once in a while the stars align and I have perfect understanding with the universe. A Zen state if you will. With the passing of the boys' 4th birthday this week- I had a Zen Moment.
I know why people have kids, ...maybe not all people...OK I won't go all Zen on you. Truth is, I know why I had kids.
So I could play again.
Play. What image does the word conjure? For me it's the act of being carefree without a worry of looking goofy while having fun.
I like to play on the playground. I do. I admit it. But it looks weird to have a 30 something woman playing on the playground without kids. Now with the kids I can run and play tag. While I still may look goofy- it's more acceptable. And frankly, I don't care if I look goofy. I've moved beyond that stage in my life.
I recently discovered I like the Imagination Movers. In fact, I think I enjoy their show more then the kids do. (Thank God it's better then Barney or the Wiggles.)
Here's my favorite song!
I also love their theme song
September 12, 2008
The Rock
This story is for Cheryl because she liked the milk story so much.
Last night when I was picking the boys up from daycare, Dale kept sticking his finger up his nose. "Get your finger out of your nose," I yelled at him. On the way home, I see his got his finger in his nose again. So I told him to stop doing that we'd get a Kleenex when we got him.
Well get got home and in the typical rush to get dinner on the table, I forgot about the fingers in the nose. That is until after dinner when he did it again. So I said "Come here I want to see your nose." Sure enough there is something in there. Since I'm a full fledged MOM who has seen far worse than a slimy boogie come out of her 2nd born son, I started to stick my pinky finger up there to get it out.
Whoa!
What's that?? It's hard! ....Wait a Minute.... that's not a boogie!
It's a rock!!
"Dale is that a rock in your nose?"
A little too quickly, "No Mommy."
"Dale, tell the truth, Is that a rock in your nose?"
"Yes Mommy" (In a rush of breath), "But-the-ant-put-it-there. He held-me-down-and-he-used-his-hands-to-put-the-rock-in-my-nose-and-that's-how-it-got-there." (big dramatic breath)!
"hmm. The Ant put it there?"
"Yes Mommy"
"Well when did he put it there?"
"While I was on the playground. ...At school."
"Well we have to get it out. It can't stay there"
Off I went in search of the perfect tools for a rock appendectomy. But alas I cannot locate my trusty tweezers. I call the doctor's office since thay are open late, hoping I can see the nurse to use her big handled tweezers. Nope. No luck. I need an appointment and they are closing in 40 minutes. Take him to the Urgent Care place they recommend.
I'm silently cursing my luck that I had to be the lucky one to get two boys. Knowing full well in less then a week, I'd be doing to same thing because Chip would do it next, when I realized we hadn't tried blowing the nose like nurse suggested.
I covered his good nostril and said "Blow." Which of course he does....right out his mouth like he's blowing candles out.
"No. No. No. Blow with your nose like you're blowing a boogie."
He toots a little but it didn't move much. He did it again. Not much movement.
"One more time" I say. "But suck in all your breath like this." [imagine big over the top cartoon breath sucking] "and blow your nose."
That worked! The stone moved to the end of the nostril and I was able to get it out.
I'm looking at the stone congratulating myself for saving a 3 hour trip to the urgent care place when he said "Mom, put it back in. We have to go to the doctor."
Oh no we're not buddy!!
I said, " Do you want to go see the doctor or do you want mommy to save $100 that she can use to by your birthday toys?"
"I want the toys."
And off he went to go play.
The End.
April 09, 2007
About a Penny More
Here's a story my Mom would have enjoyed. I can hear her now.
Today my eldest twin did one more thing to cement his "firstness" as the older child in their diad. He now costs 1 cent more then his brother.
That's right folks- he ate a penny!!
I was cleaning the bedroom and he says "Look mommy- penny." He had the penny in his hand. A second later I realised this would not have a happy ending, so I asked where the penny was and he opened his mouth and said "mouff." I looked- no penny. So I said to Chip, "Did you put the penny in your mouth?"
"Yes."
"Where is the penny now?"
"In mouff."
So in a few days- we may find the penny again- but I really don't want it back.
March 12, 2007
The Name Game
Today we were hanging out and I asked Chip what his name was. He replied correctly with his nickname for his first name.
So I said, "Your name is Chip Travis."
In the cutest voice possible; he said "I'm Chip Rav-is." Huge grin afterwards. He was so proud.
"Yes you are! Do you know your whole name? It's Chipper Andrew Travis."
He repeats back "Hipper Add-new Rav-is." (Huge Grin)
So I asked his brother what his name is.
"Rye- Rye"
Ok. close, but not quite.
For the life of me no matter how many times I asked him to repeat his name- he wouldn't do it. It was always "Rye-Rye".
So my son is named after bread.
Oh and for the record- I'm Mommy Rav-is. The cat is Pum-kin Rav-is. and Chip's toy is Sca-ram-baler Rav-is.
March 04, 2007
Funny Church Stories
Recently we noticed that when singing in the car with Chip- he will clap and shout "Yea!" at the end of what ever was being sung. Wheels on the bus..Yea! Row Row Row your boat....YEA!
At my niece's baptism yesterday, we noticed it's not just funny songs in the car. At the end of every church hymn we heard this small voice shout out "YEA!" followed by a giggle and some clapping.
It was cute to see someone so young- enjoying church. It was like his own personalize prayer to God. Alleluia! Yea! I agree! We are blessed!
December 01, 2006
The ball is Rolling
Apparently a switch has been flipped, because Chip is a talker now. Always knew he would be with the way he babbled non-stop as a baby.
Last night he said "Elmo" and "pizza." This morning he told me he was two while holding up one finger, all without prompting. (Hysterical by the way).
When I yelled for his father to come see this, he started yelling his dad's name too. I've got a little Paul Parrot on my hands. Guess I'd better watch out driving home tonight. (All you Dumb Asses better stay out of my way so I don't call you by name in front of my now talking kids. I'd love to explain that one at day care! geez!)
I'm going to have to get him on tape talking about Elmo. His face lights up and he says it several times- like it's a fun word to say. Elmo! Elmo! El-mamoe!
I'm very proud of Chip right now.
November 29, 2006
MOMMY!!!!! I'm Finally Mommy!
After 26 months and a whole lot of grunting, pointing, and half hearted trys; I finally have a name to my children. Chip called me Mommy for the first time on Saturday night. And then yesterday when I stopped to get the boys from daycare, Dale saw me and ran at me with open arms yelling "Mom!"
Chip called my dad, "Grandpa" the same day for the first time. It was my birthday and my dad came to take me out. We got home and took the boys upstairs. When we came down from changing their pants my dad was walking into the kitchen. I said to Chip, "Where's grandpa? Can you call for him? Can you say Grandpa?" and sure enough he ran into the room yelling "grandpa. grandpa." DH and I both hear it but alas Grandpa did not. He was too far into the kitchen to hear it.
And it broke my heart into a million little pieces because the first person I wanted to call was my mom. One of our last conversations was about how we knew their lanaguage was going to experience a significant growth soon. I thought the last time I saw her that Dale was close to calling her grandma. You could see him sounding it out in his head and his mouth was moving along. But he didn't do it. Oh how I wish he would have!!