Memorial Day Weekend

About a year ago, our wii quit working because someone (probably Meredith) decided it was better equipped to be a piggy bank and put some change in the disc slot. About a month ago, we finally had the initiative to get the shipping and techical stuff worked out to get it fixed. So a couple of days ago, we got it back. When I opened it, the console was vacuum packed in bubble wrap, and in a little plastic bag was $0.55 in change. I had hoped they'd credit that money to the repair fee, but I thought it was considerate of them to send it back :)


This weekend my brother and sister-in-law brought their girls over to my parents' house so the kids have been there pretty much since yesterday. We took the wii over and rented Just Dance Kids for them to play. Meredith danced for probably an hour nonstop. My niece Kendell, who is a stout little bruiser, loves dancing, and we love to watch her because she dances like Chris Farley, which is hilarious!



She moves fast.

Today my dad cooked out on his new smoker (the Boston Butt was a.maz.ing) and the kids played outside for most of the day. I was hoping the kids would wind down on the way home and fall asleep, but Natalie keeps saying poopy and laughing, and Meredith keeps telling her that poop isn't nice and to stop saying that. I noticed Natalie has the hiccups so I asked her about them. Meredith said, "You have the hiccups just like Ruby (from the kids show Max and Ruby)!" Natalie then started singing, "Max and Ruby, Ruby and Max (the theme song)!" she hiccuped through he song, but thankfully is no longer bothering Meredith by repeating the word 'poopy'.


















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Natalie has been full of it tonight. She's half asleep and watching basketball in between her daddy and myself. A commercial for espn came on with a guy who had a giant  baseball for a head (a mascot for some team, I'm sure). Natalie drearily said, "Hahaha, look at that guy! He has a baseball for a head. He's so silly, Mommy." Then Ryan was telling me about a booboo that Nat got when playing outside and how she didn't want a bandaid because she said it would hurt. Ryan cleaned it and started to put on her pajamas when Colby started to come apart crying and saying not to put Nat's pjs on because it would hurt. After Ryan told me this, Natalie said, "I don't want a bandaid!". Then she repeated Ryan and said, "Colby was crying." Even when this girl is half out of it, she still says cute things. 

Tonight Meredith was going into the bathroom and accidentally squished her thumb in the door. She was crying on Ryan and Natalie came to investigate. Meredith didn't like Natalie's inquiries and screamed at her, which caused Natalie to freak and start crying, too. I scolded Meredith for making Natalie cry when Nat was only checking on her out of concern, and Meredith said, "She wouldn't leave me alone and I can't believe this so I screamed at her and she started to cry!" I have no idea what this means. Anyway, I asked her if she wanted Nat to kiss her thumb, and she said no, Natalie's mouth is dirty and it would get her thumb wet. That's one I can't blame her for, haha!

Colby lost his other top front tooth. He pulled it himself using the twist method, which thoroughly grossed me out, but rendered success. Now he talks with a lisp.



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Natalie quote of the night: "Sorry, but you're going down, dude." Yeah, no clue.


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Tonight Ryan and I were lying in Natalie's bed with her waiting on her to fall asleep, but she was cracking us up trying to stay awake. For those that don't know her, Natalie may only be two, but she is seriously one of the funniest kids I know. She said, "Give me the biggest kiss," so I gave her a big one. Then she said, " Give me baby kisses," so I pecked her a few times lightly. She said, " Give me a crab kiss," so I opened my mouth and bit her with my lips over my teeth. She started pinching at me with all of her fingers, and when I would pinch back, she'd giggle like a mad woman. I should mention that I have taught her none of these things; she comes up with this stuff on her own.

She kept asking for her cup of water that was put next to her headboard. She put the spout of the lid in her mouth, clamped onto it and held it with her teeth, and looked at Ryan, then to me, then back at Ryan again, still biting on the cup. I think she was looking for a laugh. She is hilarious!

It's silly little times like these that I know God gave me the perfect kids for me. <3


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It was only a ten minute ride...

Some of the things I heard on my ride home:

Meredith: "I am not going to let go of this problem." I'm not entirely sure what this one was about.

Colby: "There's an army plane! What is the light army called?"
Me: "I don't know Colby."
Colby: "I think the light army is the United States army and the dark army is from England." Again, not sure about this one, either.

Colby: "Stop attacking me, chicken nugget!"

Colby: "Oh good, the chicken nugget stopped hitting me on the head."

Colby: "Chicken nugget head!" I can't figure out the obsession with chicken nuggets.

Natalie: "Mommy, look at me!"



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Well, today is Mother's Day, but it feels like every other Sunday, and that's okay with me!

For Mother's Day, Natalie threw a tantrum that resulted in getting herself swats two different times (and by swat, I mean a couple pats on her diaper that hurt her feelings more than her bottom. If she had been in a good mood, she would have laughed at those pats). It was literally all Ryan and I could do to keep from laughing hysterically at the face and reaction she had, but we managed.

Colby has learned how to clear his throat, or at least make the sound, which he does consistently every five seconds or so. It is driving me insane! He keeps saying he has junk in his throat, a phrase he learned from his father. Colby says sometimes boys get junk in their throat so they have to spit, but girls don't. This is one of those things I wish Ryan hadn't taught him. Now he wants to roll the window down and spit out of it as he rides to school. On windy days, you can see how this would be a problem.


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Last night was Colby's first baseball game of the season. They're only two innings long, and Colby was the last batter. He got six tries to hit the ball. The first two were foul balls. The fifth was good because it was straight down the baseline and hit third base, but the umpire called it a foul. Colby thought he was out so he went to the dugout to pout. They had to go get him out of it so he could take one more swing. He nailed it, and since he was the last batter, all the kids on base came home. We told Colby he got a home run, so his mood improved remarkably!









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Last night on the way home, Colby was in the truck sitting next to me. He asked me questions the entire way home. "Why are we only going 55? Why aren't we going 60? What did that guy on the radio say? Why did he say 'nuggets'? That guy is weird. Why aren't we going around that person? I want to go the fastest! Why did you turn a little bit on the road (swerve)?"

Seriously, now I know the real reason kids sit in the back seat. It's not for their safety in the event of an accident, it's for their safety from their exhausted, irritable parents!


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