No Vegetables, Please!

Our son is not a big fan of vegetables. He'll eat them only if there is nothing else available. He's definitely a meat and potatoes kind of boy.

Although we found out that he's not a big fan of cartoon vegetables either. On our car ride home on Monday we popped in some Veggie Tales and he started to pout. After a few minutes he had a look of terror as he watched those dancing and singing vegetables. A couple minutes after that he started to bawl.

So we tried again today to see if it was just a fluke.



Nope. Apparently he's not a fan of veggies in any form.

Some Fun...

Our weekend was more of a whirlwind rather than a trip due to its brevity, but we managed to squeeze in a little fun for the kids...Here are just a few pics of the fun...

Eighty Years

In college, my friends and I used to joke about what we'd be like when we were out of college. We pondered what life would be like in the work force, whether we would plan to marry, or even have children. Yet, now that we've come to this point in our lives a decade or so from where we once were, it's hard to recall what we were like back then, living in the dorms, hanging out on campus, studying at coffee shops...

So this past weekend as we celebrated my grandmother's eightieth birthday, I pondered what it would be like looking back after eighty years. It seems so far away from me now, but one day, God willing, I'll be there trying to remember how I spent my previous eighty years...Watching my grandma blow out her candles and celebrate with her nearest and dearest, I had to wonder what kinds of memories stood out most for her...what life events seemed to shine brightest for her in her eighty years on our planet earth...



Here's to eighty more years, Grandma!

"Tippy Steps" song

Today in the car Bear announced that she was going to teach me a song. She said that it was called the "Tippy Steps Song." She then sang a random song about being in a car and dancing on tippy steps (which I'm guessing is her way of saying "tippy toes") and something about Chipmunk throwing his toys on the ground. It was her first original song. I'm so proud.

Nicknames

I have been known to refer to my daughter as a troublemaker. After Chipmunk was born he became the new troublemaker. Every now and again I'll actually call him by the name "Troublemaker." Today, after I spent a couple hours at a birthday party running after his wiggly little self, I was pooped. Matt asked me how the party was and I told "It was fun, but boy is your son a little troublemaker." Bear overheard and promptly said:

"Baby not a troublemaker. I da troublemaker! Baby is Grumpy-maker!"

Grumpy-maker, huh? Actually, it's kind of fitting.

How I Spend My Days (by Chipmunk)

Ever wanted to know how I, a 14 month old, get through the day?

First things first. I eat. And boy do I eat. Here are the remnants of my breakfast: a whole banana and a bowl of cheerios (which I followed soon after with a cup of yogurt and a couple mandarin oranges).



Then I get down to business. Kitchen first. I make sure to take all the magnets off the fridge and all the pots and pans out of the cupboards.



Next, I target my sibling. I always go for the toys she's playing with. It's just more fun that way.



Then, I work on my climbing skills. I aim to raise the bar each day climbing to newer and higher heights. Here I managed to climb Mt. Desk.



"What? I'm not supposed to be climbing here?" (See I'm feigning innocence...another skill you must practice on a daily basis)

Mischief. Ah yes, another "must" in my day. Here I am pouring Goldfish crackers into the exersaucer. I don't know about you, but for me crackers just aren't right unless they're spilled all over the place. Same goes for cheerios, raisins, cheese, and well, any food actually.



More Mischief. Any of the following tasks work best if repeated multiple times throughout the day:
1. Pulling my sister's hair
2. Emptying laundry baskets and clothes drawers
3. Dropping food into hard to reach places
4. Getting into the toilet (listening to my mom freak out!)
5. Body slamming my teddy bear
6. Finding the telephone and calling random phone numbers
7. Throwing my toys into the shiny bin my mom calls the trash can
8. Practicing my awesome Rock Band skills on the pots and pans

After knocking a few of these tasks off my to-do list, my mom usually tries to hinder my work by turning on the mind-control device (television), hypnotizing me into a passive state.



I can usually break free from it's evil paralyzing ways after about 5 minutes, where I make sure to make-up for the loss of time by doubling my efforts.

And that, my friends, is how I spend my day.

Shiner

Our little Bear had a little accident at church this morning...



She had a close encounter with a file cabinet after a bout of spinning. Bonk! She immediately started bruising around her eye and wasn't too happy for a while...

She seems better now...although perhaps a little more wary of spinning.