Saturday, April 28, 2012
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
If you were to take a walk around my untidy house, you would find that people leave pictures and notes around like Hansel and Gretel left breadcrumbs. Okay well people leave breadcrumbs (and cracker crumbs, and pretzel crumbs, and ...) around our house too, but not for any useful purpose. Here are a couple of notes and pictures that I found today:
Posted by Alisha B. Whitman Posted at 12:49 PM
Sunday, April 22, 2012
What to do with your mitt:
Or maybe it was like this:
No ... pretty sure it's to use as a shoulder pad.
Oh wait I got it. It goes out in front of you like this, more or less (pretty sure J's having social hour at 2nd base):
What Happens When A Ball Is Hit Anywhere On The Field
Everybody, no matter where you are on the field in relation to the ball, run for it and throw yourself on the ground if you don't get to it (where even was the ball in this one?)!
More running (M picked up on the fact that the ball seemed to always get hit to the same place, so despite the fact that she was playing shortstop, she kept inching closer and closer in and farther and farther towards 1st base)!
More falling (Love the kid at 1st in the background. Doesn't it look like he's trying to keep the runner from leaving, despite him being like twice his size?)!
M finally got the ball!! Throw to first, throw to first! Or sure, run it until you're close enough to have a chance at making an accurate throw (less than 5 feet away) ... and then chuck it over his head. And yes, that is Papa and our little man in the background, far enough away that his monumental tantrum could not be heard by anyone other than dogs. Dude's tantrum that is. Not Papa's.
And despite whatever crazy shenanigans are going on (like what's with this guy? Is he trying to do a face plant onto the pavement?), always look cute!
Posted by Alisha B. Whitman Posted at 10:47 PM
Since the birth of baby G, Dude has decided he's one of the big kids. For example, he totally refuses to sit in a highchair. The very idea is highly offensive. So we got a little booster seat so he can join the gang at the "big kids' table." And then he needs his own bowl of cereal, with milk. No more sprinkling some dry Cheerios across his tray. No siree. And make sure that comes with a spoon please (If he's really hungry, he'll let us feed him. If not, we're back to questioning the sanity of anyone putting carpet in the dining area).
I thought this was so cute. M was just catching up with Aunt Ninnie on Skype, and baby G got in on the action. Love the cute smile looking down at her sis. Please ignore the mess (we do)!
Getting bigger but still so sleepy!
Posted by Alisha B. Whitman Posted at 10:16 PM
Monday, April 16, 2012
Posted by Alisha B. Whitman Posted at 8:13 PM
Since we only had the two youngest on Saturday, we decided to go for an incredible scenic drive to take pictures of the breathtaking Columbia Gorge. While I was feeding little G for the umpteenth time, Daddy and little dude explored this waterfall. He wasn't too sure about it. Here's what he had to say (or would've said if he ever said more than truck or cracker).
Hey dad, would mom be okay with you having me stand on this table?
Holy cannoli! Did you see that noisy thing over there? WHAT is that about?
I'm not too sure about it. Let's get out of here.
This is a little better but I'm still going to keep an eye on it. You can never be too sure.
Oh blast, I got my hands dirty climbing up here. I hate that.
I can still see that crazy white thing! It's over there! Come on slowpoke dad! Let's get out of here before it gets us.
Phew! Safe. Now I give permission for you to take a cute picture of me. Cheese.
Other words he doesn't say but definitely gets the gist of:
No (we're going to enjoy that as long as we can)
Mine (same as above)
I want or I don't want (though he definitely lets us know)
I'm stinky (he smacks his crotch and gives a sad face to let us know when he needs to be changed. Although yesterday at church when he wanted out of there, he lied! He made it up so Coop would take him out to change him but there was nothing there!)
Life's not fair
Don't look at me I'm a cranky toddler!
Please put me out of my misery and get me to bed!
Words he does say:
mama, daddy, Gracie, tractor, truck, dragon, cracker, uh oh (more like uh oooooooh), shoes, cheese, again, duck, applesauce, car, a ton of animal sounds and other sound effects, and Cooper swears he said "excuse you" yesterday. Clearly he could say more if he wanted to, but he has yet to see the point. Either that or he's stubborn. Or lazy. Or a third child. Or just being a boy.
Posted by Alisha B. Whitman Posted at 9:30 AM
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Our cute little peanut. She's a doll. Love that she still curls up into such a little ball.
Posted by Alisha B. Whitman Posted at 7:20 PM
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Posted by Alisha B. Whitman Posted at 8:40 PM