Blogger lonely

I am feeling a little blogger lonely in the New Year, is anyone out there anymore?? Where are you??

Who is teaching him??

Owen has a new saying, not sure that I want to put it in the cute category.
Let me preface this by saying he had a bit of a diaper rash a couple weeks ago.
I started to notice he was trying to tell me something hurt. I fianlly caught that he was saying "balls hurt". Who the hell is telling him that they can even be called balls? He is fixated on balls in general and is always chasing one around with a hockey stick. So, did he come up with this on his own or does someone around him refer to them as "balls" and he picked up on it??
Kinda cracks me up, only because he is a cute 2 year old.

New Years Resolution, not going so well

I am not off to a bang up start with my 2008 resolution. I vowed to keep my kitchen countertop cleared off of various clutter. I have a long counter that seperates my kitchen from my sitting room. It is a catch all for crap. Mail, bags of stuff to be put away (groceries, kids clothes from grandmas, stuff to go to grandmas) newspapers, things I take away from the children, dual purpose candy bowl/fruit bowl (yes, they co-exist). Basically everything that does not need to be there.
It is a continual battle and I vow to win!!

New Night Time Ritual

Gwendolyn received Candyland for Christmas from the big guy. We have taken to playing a game or two after Owen goes to bed at night. I use this to my advantage and hold the game over her head. If she goes to bed like a good girl, she gets to play a game the following night. She totally looks forward to this and it makes her lay there in bed and not try to engage her brother like a CHARM!!
I am so impressed with how fast she picked this game up. We have tried a few other kinds of games and she always lost interest after a couple minutes and realy didn't grasp the rules or protocol. Candyland she got with the first card and didn't even mind that I kicked her butt, hehe. She has since won a few times. I am having fun with this.

Your not coming to my party anymore....

This is what I hear if I am on the "outs" with my 3 year old daughter. You know you are back "in" if she later tells you that you can come to her party. I kindly remind her that I am throwing her party and if she tells me this, then there is no party. I can outwit a 3 year old, hehe.
Fortunately I know that pattern and know I will be reinvited within the hour. Others have been slightly taken aback when given this news, but are always reinvited. Keep in mind this not planned as of yet party is not till March. This child has been ready for it to be her birthday for months.
I am leaning towards having a costume party, come as whatever you want.

A Bed and A Sled (AKA Christmas 07)

If you were to ask Gwendolyn what she was asking Santa for this year her answer never varied, it was always a bed and a sled. Who knows, odd I thought. Turns out Grandma and Poppa had bought them new toddler beds for Owens birthday but hadn't had the chance to give them to the kids. I had bought them a new sled and it was sitting in the garage, but hadn't given it to them yet for lack of warm weather. Slap a bow and each and call it Christmas!! Worked like a charm. We celebrate Chrsiatmas eve with Matt's folks and open presents after Church service. I headed up stairs first, to get their reaction on tape. After the explaims joy at Santa having been there and leaning them a room full of presents, she sees the new princess bed. Excited yes, but her next words are "where is my sled?" She cracks me up!!
Their room has been rearranged to make it a little seperate and cut down on the nighttime chatter. The dressers are forming a little wall barrier down the middle of the room. Not glamourous, but beats building a new room in the middle of the winter.



Happy little princess and her hockey loving brother
Christmas morning at our house brought the sled and completion of her Christmas wishes.

On the 23rd we went to a friends party that had a visit from Santa. Gwendolyn was stoked and Owen wasn't freaked, as long as I wasn't trying to put him on the big mans lap. Gwendolyn received a purple lap top 'puter and was happy as a clam.

Owen received a set of golf clubs, with me as the middle man recipient. Getting the present was too close for comfort for him

We had a very nice holiday, minus the stomache flu the terrorized our house and the snot and cough that lingers. Now to get back into the routine of life.