Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Habitats
Matty was crying while behind a baby gate. AJ astutely points out, "Dad, you have to take him out of there and bring him downstairs to his natural place."
Communication
Matty crawled over and pulled down the back of AJ's chair. AJ responds by saying, "Hello, this is AJ's house, can I take your order please?" After a brief pause, AJ continues, "I'm sorry I do not understand your accent."
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Salesman
Sam: Can we have a snack?
Dad: Maybe if you behave.
Sam: We'll be good.
Dad: If I believe that do you also have a bridge in Brooklyn to sell me.
Sam: Yes... It's big.
Dad: Maybe if you behave.
Sam: We'll be good.
Dad: If I believe that do you also have a bridge in Brooklyn to sell me.
Sam: Yes... It's big.
Looking out for Dad:
AJ: Dad, if you are thinking about kissing Sam, DON'T!!! I just farted on his face.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
The Puppy Truck
Keith was driving AJ to daycare one day when he was around 3 and they got behind a TrueGreen ChemLawn truck (the ones with the dalmation on the side).
From the back seat, Keith hears AJ say: "Look Daddy, it's the puppy truck. Looks like someone's been a good boy."
From the back seat, Keith hears AJ say: "Look Daddy, it's the puppy truck. Looks like someone's been a good boy."
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Cash for Gold's new sponsor
AJ and Sammy are up in their room watching Qubo (http://www.qubo.com - a GREAT public television station for kids - no cable required) when he ran down and told Keith that "we should think about doing that thing on the commerical. That you can take a little gold and put it with a lot of gold and send it to this place and they will send you a lot of money. I think you send it to the guys that make gold."
He's awesome.
He's awesome.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
As taken from my husband's facebook status
Sam is wearing 1 spiderman glove and holding a spiderman wallet claiming he is "Spiderman with a pocketbook." Meanwhile, Matty is rolling around on the floor with a toy shotgun and a little teddy bear dressed in a bridal gown...
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Sammy and the fireworks
Over the weekend, we took the boys to see the fireworks with their cousins. I couldn't believe how scared Sammy got. I always see him as my tough kid, but he was so afraid at the noise, that he was shaking. I felt so bad for him.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Last night, Sammy was in the middle of his nightly routine of doing anything possible to delay his bedtime.
This time he came downstairs, fake crying, holding his blankie, clad only in his little Thomas tighty-whiteys, whining that the light up ladybug in their room wasn't working. While he's whining and fake crying, Matty is sitting in my lap laughing hysterically at him.
It was really adorable and quite funny that the sibling mockery starts so young!
This time he came downstairs, fake crying, holding his blankie, clad only in his little Thomas tighty-whiteys, whining that the light up ladybug in their room wasn't working. While he's whining and fake crying, Matty is sitting in my lap laughing hysterically at him.
It was really adorable and quite funny that the sibling mockery starts so young!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Keith came to work today with Matty and he mentioned one of the things AJ had said when he was around 2 and it made me chuckle. I'm going to start adding them here so I don't forget them. Maybe you'll get a chuckle too. The boys really can be quite funny.
The phrase that Keith had reminded me of happened on a pretty cold day. He was walking into daycare and out of the blue, he turned and said that his eyeballs were cold. Cute right?
The phrase that Keith had reminded me of happened on a pretty cold day. He was walking into daycare and out of the blue, he turned and said that his eyeballs were cold. Cute right?
Saturday, June 20, 2009
I really kinda like watching my kids sleep. Not just because they're actually stationary and quiet, but because they really and truly look like that angels I know they are.
I know that every parent thinks their child is destined for great things, but looking at my boys, I really and truly know that they are going to grow up to be amazing adults.
I know that every parent thinks their child is destined for great things, but looking at my boys, I really and truly know that they are going to grow up to be amazing adults.
Friday, June 19, 2009
My Letter to MotherLetter
I recently stumbled across a great blog called Mother Letters (http://motherletter.com/).
Read the story of how it came about here: http://motherletter.com/the-mother-letter-story/. It's actually a pretty thoughtful thing for a husband to to for his wife. I'd be really interested to see a copy of the collection (both of them).
After reading the website, I really felt compelled to write my own letter. Here it is:
Dear Mother,
I wish I had these wonderfully insightful things to tell you about being a mom. You know, pearls of wisdom, helpful hints I’ve learned in the 6+ years I’ve been a mom or the 33 years of observing my mom.
Every possible thing that I thought about being a mom is completely different from the reality of actually being responsible for the 3 lives I’ve brought into the world. I am not complaining by any means. The joy and the absolute contentment I have with being a mom is indescribable. I live my life for my boys. It may sound strange to some people for me to say something like that, but if you stop and think about your life (if you are moms) or look at your mom or your grandmothers you’ll see that I am onto something here. It’s not as though you stop living your life, but it does take on a distinctly different focus. What was once your body is not your own. The obvious is when you’re pregnant, but the not so obvious is when you’re not pregnant.
The truth of the matter is that being a mother, a mommy, a mama, a mum, or whatever else you call it, is like walking around with no skin on your body to protect you. Everything you experience related to your children is heightened to the point that even the simplest things like a skinned knee make you feel as though you’re experiencing the most excruciating pain imaginable and every smile is like this immense and uncontrollable ecstasy. Every hurt your child has, whether emotional or physical is 10 times worse for you than it is for them and every joy they experience is the same way. I wish I had the words to articulate it, but they are failing me now. I guess this is the type of thing that you can’t truly understand until you experience it for yourself.
My mother always tells me that being a mom is like being a member of a very elite club. I never got that until I was a mom. It is something that is both your biggest joy and your biggest heartache. There are times where I don’t know if I can go on and there are times that I wish it could go on forever.
The laughter, the tears, the smiles and the frowns. They are the things that make the lasting imprints.
Love,
Jen
Read the story of how it came about here: http://motherletter.com/the-mother-letter-story/. It's actually a pretty thoughtful thing for a husband to to for his wife. I'd be really interested to see a copy of the collection (both of them).
After reading the website, I really felt compelled to write my own letter. Here it is:
Dear Mother,
I wish I had these wonderfully insightful things to tell you about being a mom. You know, pearls of wisdom, helpful hints I’ve learned in the 6+ years I’ve been a mom or the 33 years of observing my mom.
Every possible thing that I thought about being a mom is completely different from the reality of actually being responsible for the 3 lives I’ve brought into the world. I am not complaining by any means. The joy and the absolute contentment I have with being a mom is indescribable. I live my life for my boys. It may sound strange to some people for me to say something like that, but if you stop and think about your life (if you are moms) or look at your mom or your grandmothers you’ll see that I am onto something here. It’s not as though you stop living your life, but it does take on a distinctly different focus. What was once your body is not your own. The obvious is when you’re pregnant, but the not so obvious is when you’re not pregnant.
The truth of the matter is that being a mother, a mommy, a mama, a mum, or whatever else you call it, is like walking around with no skin on your body to protect you. Everything you experience related to your children is heightened to the point that even the simplest things like a skinned knee make you feel as though you’re experiencing the most excruciating pain imaginable and every smile is like this immense and uncontrollable ecstasy. Every hurt your child has, whether emotional or physical is 10 times worse for you than it is for them and every joy they experience is the same way. I wish I had the words to articulate it, but they are failing me now. I guess this is the type of thing that you can’t truly understand until you experience it for yourself.
My mother always tells me that being a mom is like being a member of a very elite club. I never got that until I was a mom. It is something that is both your biggest joy and your biggest heartache. There are times where I don’t know if I can go on and there are times that I wish it could go on forever.
The laughter, the tears, the smiles and the frowns. They are the things that make the lasting imprints.
Love,
Jen
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