Kids say the darndest things

Ever since I posted about the terrific twos, I have been noticing the funny little things that my kids say and do. I want to share a few of my favorites with you....

The other night as I was making dinner, Ammon wanted me to go upstairs and play with him. I told him that I was making dinner and I would come up as soon as I was finished. He replied, "Mom, why can't we ever go eat at a restaurant where the food is already made?"


Last week, our playgroup got rained out and we relocated to the Mcdonald's playground. The boys asked me repeatedly if they could get toys with their food and I told them we weren't going to get Happy Meals, just cheeseburgers. Carter asked me one more time if he could get a toy and Ammon turned to him and said, "Carter, we are not getting Happy Meals today, we are getting Mad Meals- because I am mad that I don't get a toy."


One morning, Carter asked if he could have a cookie for breakfast. Of course I told him no, but if he ate all his oatmeal, he could have a cookie for snack time. He pointed his little finger at me and said, "Mom, that's not your decision."


One day after the boys had been fighting (and Carter had scratched Ammon), Ammon said to me, "Mom, I love Carter every day, but when he does mean things to me I only love him a little bit."

Carter was in trouble (I can't remember what he did) and I was putting him on time out. On the way upstairs he looked at me and said, "Mom, I'm just a little boy."

The boys are so much fun, they are constantly making me laugh. They do funny things like this every day, and these are the only ones I can remember for now.

Official Sunday Attire

Every Sunday after church Ammon comes home and changes his clothes. Every week he puts on the same outfit. Fuzzy black pants, striped green shirt and navy blue slippers, every week. Today Carter was asleep in their bedroom so Colby went in and got Ammon's clothes. He picked out the same fuzzy black pants, but with a grey t-shirt. After we had come downstairs, Ammon went into his bedroom and changed his shirt. The funny thing is, Ammon gets himself dressed other days of the week and puts on other clothes. Sometimes they even match. For some reason, he has chosen this outfit as his official Sunday attire.


Just to show you that Ammon does know how to dress himself, here is a picture of another outfit that he picked out. I love this outfit because it looks just like something Colby would wear (other than the bright green shirt). Cargo shorts, t-shirt, baseball hat and flip-flops. Like father, like son.

Obsessions

I was tagged by Karin to list 5 things that I am obsessed with. Karin, sorry it has taken me so long- sometimes I feel like I post sooo much that people get sick of it. Because Karin tagged me (and claimed that I would do it) I can't let her down. Here you have it, 5 things that I am obsessed with (in no particular order).

1- Grey's Anatomy- Thursday nights will never be the same. I love Greys. If you haven't seen it, it is like ER meets Days of our Lives, but even more entertaining than you could imagine.

2- My boys- I love all 3 of my boys. Sometimes I tell Colby he is like having another kid, but I really do like taking care of him too. Although I don't share Karin's sentiment that a trip to Target is painful without them, (I prefer to shop kid-free), I do love to take the boys to the park, on walks, swimming, to the zoo, you name it.

3- Exercising- Right now I am running, but I kind of go through phases. If I don't get my morning workout in, I am grumpy. It is very essential "me time." (see #4)

4- "Me time"- Now, remember #2, I love my boys and I love to do things with them. That said, I also love to do things without them. I need to have time to myself everyday to do whatever I want to do. This usually occurs during naptime or between 8 and 11 pm at night. It doesn't matter if I am cleaning, reading or watching TV, I feel like a much better Mommy if I can do it (whatever it may be) for an hour a day w/o my kids.

5- This is a tough one, it's a tie between cleaning and icecream. I don't love cleaning, but it drives me nuts if my house is a mess. Thus, I am obsessed with cleaning it. Icecream I could eat 3 times a day. I love it.

Potty training update

Carter is doing great! He was more excited about his new underwear than he was about actually sitting on the potty, but he has gotten a lot better. Here he is showing off his Lightning McQueen underwear.



Carter saying "Cheese."





Carter and all his buddies on the potty. Doesn't he have a cute little face?


This isn't really a potty training picture, but I thought it was cute. The boys got their Summer buzz cuts early this year- wishful thinking I guess.

Terrific Twos and Potty Training

I was reading through my last couple of posts and it sounds like I have a very negative outlook on motherhood (which is not true). So I wanted to post all the things that are great about my kids.

I love that Carter uses big words (well, big for a two year old) like because, I'm pretending, I have an idea and it's my favorite and quotes movies (he says, "hit the road bucky," from Emperor's new groove, "To infinity and beyond," from Toy Story and "Cachow," from Cars).

I love that Ammon randomly gives me hugs and says, "Mom, I sure love you."

Today after I gave Carter fruity Cheerios for breakfast he informed me that Lightning McQueen was sad because he didn't have any fruity Cheerios. I proceeded to get a bowl of Cheerios for Lightning to which Carter said, "Mom, Lightning doesn't want Cheerios in a bowl, he wants them in a Piston cup."

I love that Ammon carries around little toys and gadgets everywhere. His most recent is a small plastic snake that he named popcorn.

I love that Carter likes to play with my hair when he's tired.

I love that my kids are in bed by 8 pm.

I love that Ammon tells everyone that he is 4, he is a really good swimmer and he plays soccer.

I also wanted to include this video because I think it is so dang cute. For those of you wondering, I have committed to potty train Carter starting tomorrow morning. Wish me luck.

Easter Weekend

On Saturday, we went to the ward Easter egg hunt. The boys had a great time. (and yes, it is still cold enough for hats and coats!)



Notice that they are using Walmart bags rather than Easter baskets- our Easter baskets were lost in the abyss of our garage and it took me a couple tries to find them.


Sunday we got together with Campbells and Bombstas for Easter dinner. It was great! We had ham, funeral potatoes, biscuits and jello eggs. I love this picture because Carter and Colby are both so mad! (Carter because he wanted apple juice and Colby because I was trying to take another picture).


Here are my boys all ready for church! Don't they look handsome?


Me and my boys.


Ammon is growing up so fast! I think he looks so mature in this picture.


Carter getting all ready for church (meaning he is gathering up his cars, which he tries to tote around everywhere with us).

I have so many pictures of my boys sitting on our bed, I really need to find a more scenic place to take their picture. I don't know why they always end up on my bed!


This video isn't terribly exciting, but I thought it was really cute. Notice what a good big brother Ammon is, he is always helping Carter and looking out for him. I think it's really sweet.

Getting Older

When I was younger, my Mom always made a big deal out of birthdays. Big party, cute cake, lots of presents and balloons. Naturally, I tend to do the same thing with my kids. I've never had the desire to throw myself a party or bake myself a cake, but I do little things to spoil myself. I always take off work for my birthday, I refuse to do laundry and I eat a big piece of cake without feeling guilty. This year I stayed in my pajamas until noon, I went to lunch with some friends (and my boys of course!) and I let Ammon eat a whole can of chunk pineapple for breakfast (because it was my birthday and I wasn't in the mood to fight him). It was shaping up to be a pretty nice day when both of my kids fell asleep on the way home from the mall and stayed asleep when I carried them in the house. I was just getting settled and started reading my book when the doorbell rang. It was friend bringing her kids over who I had agreed to babysit (which I did remember, but conveniently forgot amid my excitement over having some quiet time.) Not five minutes later, I heard Ammon crying upstairs. I put the baby in the bouncy seat and went upstairs to get Ammon (this is when letting him eat a whole can of pineapple for breakfast totally backfired on me). He was standing at the toilet (still half asleep) and had poo running down his legs, in his pants, on his socks and shoes, on the bathroom floor (miraculously missing the rug) and somehow on the toilet itself. This was one of those moments for me when I was looking around for help and it dawned on me, "Oh yeah, I'm the mom, this is my job. I threw Ammon in the bathtub and starting cleaning up. Somewhere between rinsing diarrhea out of multiple articles of clothing, listening to Karlee screaming from the bouncy seat, Ammon screaming from the bathtub and Lysoling my bathroom I thought to myself, "Birthdays just aren't what they used to be." and then I got really homesick. Not because I thought my day would have gone any differently, and not even because of the card my Mom sent me that made me cry earlier in the day. I don't really know why, I just was.
For those of you wondering, I actually had a great day. Colby came home and rescued me. I finally got a candy thermometer (after I opened it Colby said, "I don't know why you don't have one of these, you have been asking for it for the past four years and they really aren't very expensive.") Now Ammon keeps asking me when I am going to make candy. Later in the evening, Colby and I went out to dinner at my new place of employment (which turned out to be even better because my manager told us it was "on the house"), and the kids were in bed when we got home. I would like to say to Emily (who is days away from delivering her first child) that, as is obvious from this post, once you have kids your life is never the same. But they are worth it.

Terrible Twos

When Carter throws a fit, he clinches his fists and his little bum and yells really loud. I only know the part about his little bum because last night he threw a huge fit in the bathtub because I used the wrong kind of bubble bath. He also threw a fit when I got him out because he was so busy screaming in the bath, he didn't play with his lizards. Then he cried when I put his jammies on because he wanted to wear his Lightning McQueen shirt to bed and I put on Thomas the train PJ's. I think we have officially entered the terrible twos. It's a good thing he's so cute.
Note to self: Next time skip the bubble bath.