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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Bittersweet Days

Posted by Cindy on November 9, 2008

My last baby has (finally) stopped nursing.  We’ve both cried some, but he is a big boy who understands that it’s time to move on.

On the positive side, though, I can have dairy and citrus products again!  (He’s allergic to both and I have truly sacrificed for him for nearly two years without cheese and ice cream!)  Dairy Queen Blizzards – here I come!!!  I’m thinking lasagna might be on the menu this week, too…..

Almost Two

Posted by Cindy on November 2, 2008

It’s hard to believe my littlest one is almost two.  Time flies.  He’s been up to some antics lately that I wanted to be sure to document…..

During a family movie one evening, we made “real” popcorn in a pan on the stove.  The following day, Eli was served corn as part of his lunch.  All of the sudden, he started hitting his plate and yelling, “Pop!”  Over and over again.  Mahayla and I were trying to figure out what in the world he was doing until it finally clicked.  He was trying to make the corn on his plate pop.  Apparently he like popcorn much better than plain corn!

“Vwhy?”  I’ve never met a child under two who asks “why”, but this kid does.  If you tell him “no” to anything, he very sweetly asks, “Vwhy?”  As soon as you give him the reason, he simply says, “Okay.”  Usually, that’s the end of it.  :o )

Okay, that’s enough of the mommy memory post.  Oh, how I wish I had known about blogging when my other two were younger.  The memories are too quickly fading from their baby years.  Praise the Lord for pictures.  We have stacks and stacks (which need to be organized) that keep some of those memories alive.

Babysitting and Chores

Posted by Cindy on September 28, 2008

What’s an eight-year-old boy to do when he’s been told he has chores to finish before he watches tv AND his mom asks him to watch the toddler for a few minutes?  Well, tie the toddler to a leash and make him do your chores, what else?

(The sad thing is – Eli LOVED this and giggled the whole time!)  Can you see Caleb’s leash?  It’s two belts buckled together.  Yes, I’m very proud of my creative son.  Thanks for asking.

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Posted by Cindy on September 16, 2008

In preparing to speak to the THINK and CACH homeschool support goups this week, I haven’t had (and probably won’t have) much time to blog.  I’m very excited about both of these meetings because I get to see a few long lost homeschooling friends AND meet a few blogging friends!  Not to mention, I get to visit with Melissa since one of the meetings is in her neck of the woods!  :o )

Before I sign off for a few days, though, I thought I’d leave you with another Eli post.  Toddlers make for great writing material!  He’s just  20 months old.  You might think that’s too young to be a coniving little stinker, but I’m here to prove you wrong…..

He and I walked into the office where he had overturned a chair.

Him:  (Pointing ) Oh!  (means: uh-oh)

Me:  Oh, no!  Who did that?

Him:  (without hesitation or batting an eye)  Bubby.

Me:  No, Caleb didn’t do it.  Who did it?

Him:  (again, without hesitation)  Thithee. (sissy)

Me:  No, Mahayla didn’t do it.  Who did it?

Him:  Daddy.

Me:  No, Daddy didn’t do it.  Mommy thinks Eli did it.  Did Eli do it?

Him:  (covering his eyes thinking I can’t see him)

Me:  Eli, did you knock over the chair?

Him:  (smiling a devilish little grin with his head tilted and eyelashes batting)  Uh-huh.  (in a joyful sing-song voice)

Boy, am I in trouble.

The Day I Became a Mommy

Posted by Cindy on September 8, 2008

I’ve been waiting a long time to become a mommy.  Up until now, I’ve been a mama.  Don’t get me wrong, I love being a mama, but there’s just something extra-special about being a mommy.  :o )  This weekend, that sweet word started rolling out of Eli’s mouth and I just can’t get enough of it!

“Dada” became “daddy” a couple of weeks ago.  Caleb has been “bubby” for a while now.  And Mahayla has been “thithee” (sissy) for a very long time.  I’ve been waiting patiently be called “mommy”.  Listen for yourself and tell me it isn’t precious!

Speaking of precious – take a look at the before and after pictures of a very short ride in the truck like a big boy.  (Remember, we live on a farm and have lots of no traffic roads to travel.  We don’t normally ride without the carseat.  I’m just saying…for grandma’s sake!)  No more than a minute or two passed from the first picture to the last!  :o )