Friday, February 29, 2008
Here I have an extra day to my year....24 free hours to accomplish something great and profound. Aren't we all just wanting a bit more time?
So far all I have accomplished with my February 29th is a lot of cleaning up of p**p. Glad I fixed my hair and did the make-up for that today. Seems that Evelyn is intent on having at least one exploding diaper a day while in her crib. Yesterday proved quite comical when I attempted to wash her bumper pad (that had an unfortunate meeting with an exploding diaper). Although Pottery Barn Kids claims the bumper pad can indeed be washed in one's home washing machine, one apparently must own an industrial sized machine to fit the thing in it. The bumper pad, and my laundry room floor, are still in the recovery stage.
Isaac has been sporting big boy und*rwear for two days now and is doing well...until this morning at breakfast when things happened before he could visit the facilities.
At least we have a theme going here.
Despite the p**p issues, I was able to successfully accomplish one thing...video of Isaac and Evelyn. Enjoy Isaac singing the ABC's (which he likes to act like he doesn't know, but I know he can identify the whole alphabet) and Evelyn playing a rousing game of Peek-a-Boo
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Fortunately we vote at our local community center, which also serves as our gym/preschool class location/free play area. Gotta love the multi-purpose center. As I voted, one of the volunteers was quite concerned that Evelyn was going to fall out of the stroller and suffer some sort of traumatic injury. Thus he felt the need to hold onto her...despite my perky claims of how she was strapped in securely and there was safety bar....the entire time I voted. This was not the highlight of E.'s day.
Once my ballot was cast and hopefully the fate of my chosen candidate sealed, we set off for Thursday Preschool Time....also at the community center. The gym is opened each Thursday morning for preschoolers to run, jump, scream, bounce, and burn off kilowatts of energy to ensure a long nap in the afternoon. I would pay good money for such a service, but fortunately it only cost a dollar.
Remember to head out and vote to beat the rush on Tuesday!
**Although Tobe was quite generous and gave his "I voted early!" sticker to Isaac after his own voting on Monday, I selfishly told Isaac my sticker was indeed mine, slapping it on my shirt as he protested such injustice.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I have many details and stories to share, however this girl is tired. Flordia bedtime was much, much later than normal Texas bedtime!
For now, enjoy our montage of self-portriats....
The Wedding Reception...I had the cutest date there!
Thursday, February 21, 2008
But we are going to Florida, where I think they say, "Bye."
Although not as exotic as Cabo, we are still quite excited to board our plane early tomorrow morning and set off for two days of relaxing, child-free fun. However, my heart is just a bit sad to be leaving these two little faces behind. Especially since I have never been in a different state than them. Mommyhood is a tricky beast....sometimes you crave a break, but then once you get a moment's peace all you crave are those little people again.
Because we are all about the relaxation this weekend, we are leaving the ol lap top at home and unplugging ourselves for a few days. Come Sunday night I am sure there will be many tales about our travels to share and lots of pictures of Tobe and myself, taken from my outstretched arm.
Nothing says "vacation" like the awkward hand-held camera pose.
I plan on taking lots of these pictures, mainly to see just how patient Tobe can be with me.
My bed is calling, mainly due to the fact that the alarm clock is set to an unfortuante hour.
See you Sunday.
Tuesday morning....early...I walked into the living room on my way to the kitchen to grab a quick bite to eat before setting off for the gym. I had already been up since 4:15 am due to a little girl who wanted to cry rather than sleep. Ah, the glamorous life of Mommyhood.
As I sauntered through the living room, proud of my ability to finally get Evelyn to sleep, I noticed Isaac sitting on the couch. I reminded him it was still "night-night" time and told him his clock did not say "7" yet. As I walked him back to his room, it was then that I noticed it.
"IT" being the fact that Isaac had gotten sick all over our big plush reading chair (simply known as the "rock-rock chair" here at casa de phillips). After some extensive questioning and an explanation of what "throwing-up" means (although Isaac used to throw up quite a bit as a baby, it has been over a year since he has had such an experience), I tucked Isaac back into bed. As I began the task of cleaning the chair, Evelyn started her best impression of wailing like a wet cat. While in her room comforting her, I heard Isaac get sick again.
Apparently his designated "get sick spot" was the rock-rock chair. I suppose the bathroom just seemed uninviting.
Fast-forward to 7:30am....both kids are up, Isaac seems to be back to normal, and the rock-rock chair is drying from a serious cleaning job. I decide that the sickness was the result of sinus drainage and heavy coughing so I give Isaac a small cup of apple juice and a few crackers.
Both of which reappeared 45 minutes later on my kitchen floor.
Hello, Stomach Bug. Don't remember inviting you over.
I have been spared having to deal with a baby and a toddler while one was sick in such a manner until this week. It was quite the Mommy lesson as I attempted to clean up messes, prevent the baby from crawling through the mess, and protect the rock-rock chair from any further mishaps.
After being unable to keep anything at all down for most of the day and a nurse instructing us to take Isaac to the ER for dehydration (which we didn't b/c we felt it was a bit extreme...as confirmed by our favorite doctor, PopPop), around 6pm we were finally able to keep Pedilyte in his tummy by giving him a tablespoon every 10-15 minutes. The poor boy was so thirsty that he was begging for apple juice and would just cry and plead with us. About broke my heart. Evelyn felt quite neglected and spent the majority of the day tugging on the leg of my yoga pants. Poor girl.
Yesterday Isaac appeared to be on the mend and was able to eat and keep everything in his tummy. He kept pulling up his shirt to inspect his stomach and telling me, "My tummy is all fixed now." The only lingering effects were a slight fever in the morning and he was pretty tired all day. We went for a long walk to air out the germs and Isaac kept nodding off in the stroller....something he hasn't done since he was three months old.
I am kicking Mr. Stomach Bug out today, in hopes that no one else comes down with this nasty virus. The grandparents hit town this morning to watch the children for the weekend and Tobe and I set off for Florida in the morning.
Off to pack a suitcase of sundresses, swimsuits, and books!
Monday, February 18, 2008
In case you do not live in Texas, then you would not know that taquitos are only sold from 11pm to 11am. Therefore all taquito runs were made after the clock hit 11:00pm. It still amazes me that I used to be awake at 11pm and somehow had the metabolism to eat a large burrito stuffed with bacon, cheese, and eggs at such an unheard of hour.
My college years are long-gone, however I am currently taking an online course. An online course with homework....just the notion of saying "I have to do my homework" makes me giggle and almost think I am 22 again. Tonight as I sat down to finish my homework for this week, I felt those procrastination pangs stirring within. Because it is still hours away from official taquito selling time and Tobe is off at the gym, I have found myself blogging rather than working.
In hopes of being a good procrastinator this evening (as opposed to a good student), here are some random tidbits to share:
*Today as we pulled into our driveway, Isaac informed me, "I not like our house. Our house is too long. I like that house (pointing to the house across the street)." Realizing that he was just wanting to be oppositional for the sake of being oppositional (Hello, age two!), I politely told him he was more than welcome to live at the house he liked better but we would sure miss him at casa de phillips. I refrained from pointing out the fact that the house he considered better (AKA shorter???) was the same exact floorplan as our own.
*While purchasing my dearly loved Pro-Active solution today, the salesperson inquired if both Isaac and Evelyn were mine. She then went on to say they look nothing alike and did not look like me. How does one expect me to answer that? I guess it is a change from hearing the twins question (which Tobe was fortunate enough to be asked the other day), for which I am thankful.
*Evelyn seems to have two volumes....sweet, soft chatter to herself and amazingly loud preaching. The amazingly loud preaching is what we seem to hear more of these days. Perhaps this is God's way of preparing us for all those slumber parties that lurk in our future?
*Kelly over at 30...Really? posted a video about our alma mater's yearly event known as Sing Song (If you didn't attend a private Christian university, this is going to seem like the most bizarre thing ever). This posting prompted Tobe and me to spend thirty minutes on YouTube this evening (while the children ransacked our room) looking at random videos made by ACU students. It was then I realized the kids in those videos were in elementary school when I was at that stage in my college career. Elementary school!! Seriously, was college not just yesterday? This video watching encouraged a "Let's retell all the same college stories to each other, despite the fact that we were both there together and we have both heard the same stories 231 times." session. This game never gets old with Tobe and me. Our children will quickly learn to hate these times. The sad part is that we plan to hunt down more videos once he returns from the gym and I finish my homework.
Speaking of homework, I must get back to that.
While I get back to the grind (and watch the clock to see if 11pm is anywhere close to approaching), enjoy this latest video of Isaac sharing his new obsession....the story of Noah and the houseboat (our main bible story book calls it a houseboat....guess it sounded a bit more glamorous than "ark")
(Also, see if you can catch the part in the video where Evelyn falls out of the chair. Fortunately I was sitting right there and caught her...without having to stop video taping)
Sunday, February 17, 2008
What did this quality family time consist of, you ask? Organizing closets. I know that my family was ecstatic when I announced as we dined on chocolate chip pancakes Saturday morning that we were going to completely reorganize the children's closets that day. I am sure the neighbors heard the loud shouts of joy about this project. However, closets have now been sorted, outgrown clothing tucked away (which always slightly depresses me....shouldn't E. still be wearing size 3 month clothing as opposed to the 12-18 month things I am currently putting on her?), toys re-distributed, and order established. The only problem with organizing Isaac and Evelyn's closets is that they immediately want to take all the toys from their new home and play with them. The nerve of those children.
Other family activities included two successful dining out experiences (one in which I decided a local restaurant has the best chips and salsa EVER. A brave declaration, but one I am willing to stand by), a grocery shopping extravaganza, movies viewed after the children's bedtime, a girls-only excursion in search of party duds for my upcoming weekend away, repeatedly putting Isaac back into his big boy bed (problem now solved...for the time being... after I made the fierce proclamation that his basketball goal would be placed back into the garage should he chose to not stay in bed), and an excursion to the used book store to sell some old books and search for some new lovelies to read.
All in all, we had a great weekend.
What about you?
(One thing I meant to do this weekend and never did was research why I can post my blog in over 40 random languages but not run a simple spell check! Blogger, that makes very little sense to me!)
Friday, February 15, 2008
Yesterday was a nice Valentine's Day which we had the "joy" of beginning at 4am when Isaac came into our room and exclaimed, "Good Morning!" Unfortunately he has learned how to crawl out of his big boy bed, open his door, and roam the house. Ugh. Sleep is starting to become a rare comidity around here. Despite weather predictions of extreme rain and cold temperatures, we are setting out today in search of a large clock and stickers to keep this fiesty two year old in bed until a decent hour. Otherwise I might relocate to the log cabin in the backyard.
The husband arrived home from work bearing flowers, beverages, and a movie (The Namesake....one I have been wanting to see for quite the while). And he will still do the laundry this Sunday....what an excellent husband I have. I cooked a nice dinner, which the four of us enjoyed together. We got quite the laugh over how long Isaac felt the need to chew each piece of steak for minutes on end,despite it being quite tender and juicy. When Tobe asked Isaac how his steak was, he replied: "It's not steak, Daddy. It is meat." Duh.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Despite being in a slight drug stupor, Isaac exited preschool yesterday proudly clutching his very first sack of Valentines. Had I thought in advance, I might have thrown a camera in the car to capture such an event on film. I think the sweet image will be burned into my brain for years to come regardless.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Yesterday as I entered hour number TWO at my pediatrician's office (not the normal wait time there, but apparently the staff was dealing with a very sick newborn) I became painfully aware that not everyone knows the ins-and-outs of packing a suitable bag for an outing with their child.
For instance, the nice father whose eleven month old daughter was playing with my children as we waited...and waited...merely brought in his credit card and car keys. (He also brought in a very excited spirit of how he was "Mr. Mom" for the day, tending to a sick child. He listed off about twenty things he planned to accomplish that afternoon while serving as the mom, which ranged from grocery shopping to car washing to stopping by the clothing donation bin. I smiled politely, knowing that such hopes would all die a painful death as he weakly crawled into bed later that evening with only an 1/8 of his tasks accomplished.) He was rapidly approaching hour three of his wait time. Despite her seemingly sweet nature, his daughter was quickly reaching meltdown stage. He kept promising her a cheeseburger upon their departure in hopes of maintaining composure, but she was almost inconsolable. As I passed her some Cheerios and a play key chain, I questioned out loud if it was possibly about to be her naptime citing it was time for my own children's naps. The father genuinely asked, "Do you think she takes naps? I am not sure if she does that anymore." Oh dear.
Before I attempt to remove the Cheerio from one man's eye before removing the large teething biscuit from my own, let me say that I have been ill-equipped in many a situation. When Isaac was a newborn I was so busy toting around spare changes of clothes for a child who rarely soiled his diaper when awake and countless unused pacifiers, I often left behind toys to occupy him or something for him to snack on as he rode in the Target shopping cart. It only took a few unprepared moments for me to realize that if I planned on surviving this stage of Mommyhood, I needed supplies.
Here's what I have in my diaper bag 24/7:
*Two sippy cups that are correctly labeled for each child (it only takes one meltdown regarding, "Baby Evelyn has my cup" to realize that accurately distinguishable sippy cups are a must). I leave the house with these full, however I always know I can find a restroom and refill them with tap water.
*Extra bottle filled with warm water and 2 to 3 extra servings of powdered formula for Evelyn
*Snacks. I always carry dry cereal or Gerber Fruit Puffs in my bag. I usually have a sealed fruit cup thrown in as well in case we end up eating at an establishment that Isaac is not terribly crazy about.
*Two diapers per child. (although Evelyn could technically wear Isaac's.... because, have I mentioned how TALL she is?)
*Books (Typically board books due to their almost indestructible nature)
*Coloring book/small notebook (Sometimes the coloring book gets left behind due to space issues, however a beaten up notebook is always present)
*Sheet of cheap stickers
*Some random kid's meal toy that never sees the light of day except in situations such as these
*Travel size magna-doodle or viewmaster....again, random toys that never see daylight except in "crisis"
*Old burp cloth (as opposed to the pretty ones reserved for church and MOPS)
*Wallet, car keys, a good lipstick (one that can brighten up the most haggard of faces), and compact mirror (never underestimate the power that is the compact mirror...one of mine completely entertained Isaac for a hour long flight when he was about seven months old)
Now, it's your turn to share with the rest of us in order for us all to be prepared in such times of need. What do you lug around in your bag for such times of crisis? What diaper bag do you just completely love right now?
(*By the way, I feel the need to share the fact that I do not have a diaper bag on wheels to haul all this junk around. I often have many "helping" hands willing to smush everything down into a small, orderly mess.)
(*I also feel the need to mention that both kids are not deathly ill. E. has a nasty cold and cough due to allergies and Isaac is simply struggling with his allergies as well. Never before have we had so much yuckiness. I will be incredibly glad when this "Worst Allergy Season in Ten Years" passes before we really do have to move to Vermont simply to stay well.)
Monday, February 11, 2008
You can often be found with one sock missing from a foot and hair that is askew. Your hair and I are going to have a mighty confrontation one day, and let's pray that I win that battle. The widow's peak could be the death of me. Music always gives you a reason to stop any activity and smile. The wind in your face causes a big giggle to explode from your mouth. Daddy says you are going to be our little nature girl with your love for the outdoors, music, and the desire to be barefoot. Time will tell on that one.
Eighteen months ago we were clueless as to what that positive sign on a pregnancy test would bring our little family.
It brought us the most perfect little girl we could have ever imagined.
Happy Nine Months, Baby Evelyn!
Love this girl...she is rocking a super cool pink floppy hat and playing with a dump truck at the same time. Not many can pull off such a feat.
Today we set out to visit Baby Madeline and family for the first time (sickness and conflicting schedules have kept us away until now). These dear friends live about 45 minutes away from us. At one point during the trip, Isaac pleasantly asked:
Sunday, February 10, 2008
*One of those shopping sessions might happen very soon considering Miss E. is outgrowing 12 month clothing. Seriously, the child is tall.
*Tobe and I had the conversation about cutting E.'s hair more than once. Poor thing was blessed with a widow's peak and a small portion of her bangs are growing faster than that in the widow's peak. It is less than attractive.
*The casa de phillip's playground was finally installed (not a day too late considering our neighborhood park was dismantled...we are hoping they are simply upgrading to new equipment). The grandparents and great-grandparents all gave money at Christmas for Isaac and Evelyn's outdoor fund. After much deliberation and online shopping, I opted to purchase a few Little Tikes items from a lady who refurbishes outdoor equipment (If you live in the DFW area, you need this lady's number). Pictures to come soon.
*Tobe's mom and I drove behind Tobe's dad as he pulled a trailer loaded high with a Little Tikes log cabin behind his SUV....which had a jungle gym tied onto the roof. We giggled the entire time at the sight. Fortunately all pieces arrived at our house safe and sound.
*Isaac has informed us many times, "It is not a house, it is a log cavin."
*After eating a bit too much sugar-laden ice cream this evening, we were "blessed" with the rare hyper side of Isaac. There was much singing of "Jesus loves Me", much running, and much drama.
*I can now add Don Henley's name to my list of "Celebrity Sightings." Tobe and I saw him at a local family resort last night. He was with his children and totally glared at Tobe (when he realized we recognized him) in an attempt for us to not approach him. We kept walking (after a short pause to make sure it was really Don) but I kept wanting to walk past him again, making vague Eagle references. Celebrities love that, right?
What did you do?
Friday, February 08, 2008
I hope your Friday afternoon holds such joy, not necessary because of some big plans or exciting event. I pray that the Lord blesses you with joy, regardless of circimstance and situation. Lately there has been such sorrow and grief in lives of close friends....not just one or two, but many. Ugh. My heart is beyond heavy for these dear souls.
Below is a quote that has been one of my favorites for many years. It provides a sense of peace for me when everything seems a tad burdensome.
"Have courage for the great sorrow of life and patience for the small one. When you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake."
Have a blessed weekend.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
I was unaware it was coming out this month until a friend (who did not know I wrote the article) emailed yesterday to say she had read it. Of course I ran by the library last night to get a copy (or ten) for myself. When I opened it up to the article, I had that moment of "Is that me in the picture....oh wait, that's not me. " Isn't it odd how at times you do/do not recoginize your own self? Anway, that is NOT my picture above the article, but rather a standard stock photo. However, my picture is tucked safely in the bottom right corner next to my byline (Poor Tobe had to be cropped out of that picture because the magazine requested a headshot, something I do not currently own.)
PS. I am planning on overhauling the layout of the blog in the near future and will then have the article, along with some other, posted on the sidebar.
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
(Ugh, still no spell check!!)
Monday, February 04, 2008
Did I mention that I have a two and a half year old?
Two is a fun age. Isaac can talk, he can make stabs at humor, he can willingly express feelings of affection.
He can also chose to rebel against any and all rules here at casa de phillips at any given moment.
Fun times, that age of two.
From the time he first began exploring the world and ignoring the infamous word of "no", we have made our best attempts at being consistent and fair in our discipline. We keep things simple and straight-forward, trying not to back down in hopes of preventing a tantrum or a tiresome evening (One of which we are currently having as Isaac is up an hour after his bedtime struggling with consti*ation and in a pile of tears due to being exhausted).
Isaac is learning the ways of our discipline and catching on to how things run here at casa de phililps. Our basic discipline principal is that he gets one warning (sometimes two depending on the situation) and then gets the lovely joy of sitting on the time-out carpet for about a minute if he continues to disobey(By the way, the official "rule" for the time a child spends on a time-out is their age, minus one minute.....any longer and they will completely forget exactly why they are in time out in the first place). After his stint on the time-out carpet is completed, he has to apologize for his behavior and do whatever needs to be done to correct the situation (for example, cleaning up toys when earlier he refused). So far, this system works for us. It works likely because Isaac is quite the compliant child. We fear E. might be our "problem-area" with her feistiness.
Being the cleaver two year old his is, Isaac attempts to bypass this discipline system at times. Lately when he knows he is about to be in trouble, he says adamantly, "But I say Yes Ma'am." It is as if he believes this phrase will erase all wrongdoings. Sorry, buddy.
When instructed to apologize to his sister for say, stepping on her head in an attempt to get to a toy before she does, he often says, "Your sorry, Baby Evelyn." Although he means it quite innocently, I am pretty sure this is not going to be the last time he issues such statements to sweet Evelyn.
I usually talk about changing one's attitude after Isaac has completed his time on the time-out carpet. In the past few weeks he has beaten me to the punch by proclaiming previously undesired tasks as now being "fun" or claiming he now "loves (previously undesired item) so much." and then forces the fakest smile onto his face. His heart is genuine in attempting to change his bad attitude and I have to hide my laughter over this dramatic 180 shift in behavior. His remorseful little voice will often say, "I not obey anymore, Mommy." meaning that he will not disobey anymore.
The art of negotiation is also budding in his personality. He often attempts to barter for just two more minutes for any activity that is about to come to an end. When rewarded with two chocolate chips for a successful trip to the po*ty (the only time we reward with food), he always asks for five. Perhaps he will use this craft of negotiation one day in successful business ventures....until then, we continue to say "no."
Two is a fun age and a tiresome age, all combined in a whirlwind of a little blonde hair boy. Isaac has finally retreated to his bed tonight, an hour and a half after we originally put him in bed for the evening. He finally produced something in the bathroom that earned him some chocolate chips and was tucked under his quilt, sporting the faintest of chocolate mustache, at peace with his little body and finally able to go to sleep.....ready to see what adventures lie ahead in the morning.
***I am having some serious trouble with Blogger....it won't even let me pull up the window for adding images or to run a spell check. Anyone else struggling with this? Check back later for pictures
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Bless my family's heart.
Normally I am pretty perky, relatively stable in the emotions department, and can usually find a reason to smile. Today...not so much. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep last night due to my toddler's constant waking with bad dreams, requests for crackers, or pleas to get up and play at 1 am (all caused by his new white noise machine that has a nightlight feature....the nightlight feature has now been banned). Perhaps it was because the toddler and the baby both were up and talking by 6:23am despite the fact that Tobe provided several books for Isaac to read to stay occupied until 7am (normal "get-up" time) and I had turned down the baby monitor to avoid Evelyn's uncanny ability to sound like a drowning cat (Seriously, the girl does not ever really cry....she moans dramatically). Perhaps I was just due for a grumpy day.
Anyway, today I was no-fun Mommy/Wife with my big ol rain cloud and perpetual frown. The husband identified my funk early on and sweetly stayed out of my way, going about his normal tasks of laundry, yard work, helping with the children, and watching football. Isaac finally figured out Mommy needs space when he came to the sad realization that yes, indeed I will lock him out of the bathroom while I am in there, despite his pitiful wailing of "Mommy, I come innnnnnnnnnnnnnn." E. just needs a sippy cup of water and a pot to bang and she is all smiles.
Tomorrow is another day and I bet my rain cloud will have dissipated. Perhaps until then I will find my black umbrella with its sassy polka dots and continue to sit under my big ol cloud. At least I will look chic will moping around.
Here is how Miss E. looks most mornings....smile on her face, at least one sock missing, and that crazy widow's peak hair going a million directions.
E. supporting the American Heart Association's "GO RED!" day. This one cracks me up for two reason: 1.It looks like a professional soccer picture (the red bow especially fits considering we live in Texas, a place where no sensible athelitic girl dons a sports uniform without first putting on large head decorations.) and 2. It was totally not posed.This boy turned 2 and 1/2 today. 2 and 1/2....I swear I just brought him home from the hospital last week. The stories I have to share about this mess of little boy are endless. Last week brought some major wind to our area and we lost a small portion to the back part of our fence. Fortunately Tobe's dad is quite the handyman and set about fixing it on Saturday along with Isaac's assistance (and Tobe's.). Isaac loves all things associated with tools and even has his own tool box. Here he is inspecting his level in order to help make sure the fence is even.This little girl does not care for the feel of grass at all (neither did Isaac at this stage). Despite her ability to crawl at a rapid pace and her desire to explore, she stayed parked right on this blanket the entire time we were outside this weekend in fear of having to make physical contact with the grass.
For those of you who have requested to hear more details about my time spent in Africa, never fear a post is in the works. Look for it by mid-week.