Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Ansel is at the height of excitement as well because the delivery men are out in full force. Any time he hears one of their trucks, which he can hear from miles away, he barks like a crazy dog. We have our fair amount of deliveries with all our packages flooding in from Nana this week. Ansel has spent a fair amount of kennel time the last few days when I just get fed up.
Gabriel loves the Christmas trees with their round ornaments. A couple of his new words are used daily as he gazes at the tree, "tree" and "ball".
We are all ready for Christmas/Jesus' birthday (which we now have to have a birthday cake for Jesus per Krista), but can't believe it's already just a week away!
Monday, December 15, 2008
T: What happens if you push your brother?
K: Go to time out!
T: That's right, so don't hit your brother. (I start to get distracted with something else.)
K: Do it again, mom. Do it again!
T: OK.. What happens if you don't share?
K: Go to time out! (Big smile.)
T: What happens if you..... say no to Mama or Papa?
K: Go to time out!
T: What happens if you.... hug your brother?
K: ... That was nice!
And on and on we go. I am so proud of the way she absorbs the concept of right and wrong and understands the resulting consequences. It's fun to watch the little wheels crank away in her little mind.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I could tell you.... and I guess I did - Blog Success!
Monday, December 8, 2008
I am a Monkey loudly calling out, "Oooh ooh, Ahhh ahh!" I grab my monkey young and run across the floor.
I am a Cat, licking my paws. I meow loudly and hiss at another cat.
I am a Bear and release a menacing, "RAAHHRR!" I show my claws and run swiftly.
Thanks, Krista, for your wonderful imagination. It's always fun to play with you.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
K: Is it beautiful?
K: It's a Christmas tree!
K: Is it nice?
K: Want to go to Christmas?
K: Christmas is sooo fun!
Monday, December 1, 2008
--Three streaks of red crayon marks and three streaks of yellow crayon marks on the couch - Krista owned up to this when I asked her if she did it with a proud, "Yes, I did!"
--Gabriel sitting in a puddle of red punch, his pants and socks soaked red with Krista's cup from dinner in his hand. I did put the drink up on the Babee Tenda (high chair) table, but his reach has amazingly gotten longer recently (baby's grow? whooda thunkit!).--Gabriel standing in the bathtub, unable to get out and me standing there wondering how he got in there without conking his head open.
--Krista sitting on Gabriel's back, while Gabriel is flat on his tummy on the ground unable to move - she was laughing and he was whining (maybe she'll be a professional wrestler?).
And all I can say for myself is, "But, I only turned my back on them for a second!"