I'm Such a Dork

I know, I know. David told me I'm a dork for even taking this picture, but it just made me laugh so hard! I am the queen of kitchen messes & disasters, as anyone in my family can attest to. This one is a very, very small, hardly worth noting, everyone makes these, kind of mess--I've done so much worse with a microwave (even set one on fire). But I happened to look over at it just as the lid popped off the container & spaghettio's exploded (I didn't think the lid was on tight). This alone was enough to give me a little chuckle, but then I ran over to open the microwave--to stop it--and out popped a meatball. It really just shot out of the microwave & landed "plop" on the stove top. Like microwave poop. :) This really made me laugh & laugh! I know, I'm a dork. Come on, didn't it make you laugh just a little?

Pumpkin Patch

Yesterday we went to Idaho Falls to take Lance to a pumpkin patch there. Getting there was quite an adventure. We searched for it for a while, had to stop for lunch, & then searched some more. We were about to give up & go home when David finally started listening to me. He's worse than a kid--he can apparently answer my questions all the while not paying attention to anything I'm actually saying. The one thing I knew about the location of the patch is that it is across the street from the camels. So when we first started looking for it I asked David, "Do you know where the camels are?" David's response, "What?! What are you talking about? What camels?" (imagine a very exasperated, loud, frustrated tone) :) Much, much later I tell David that the patch is on Rollandet, & he says, "I know where that road is. It's where the camels are." And he was serious--he really knew about that road & the camels--we drove right to them. I wanted to choke him. In his defense he says, "I didn't know which camels you were talking about." Oh, you thought I meant the other camels. As if they are all over the place.

We did make it to the pumpkin patch, & we all had fun. There was a cute little hay bale maze for little kids. Lance liked it, but didn't get far before he was confused. He finally found a low spot & crawled over it & out of the maze. Mostly he spent his time running around & throwing pumpkins. Lance didn't really care that we got a couple pumpkins, but maybe he'll like them carved & lit up. Or...he'll just like throwing them. Such a boy--run around, throw things, make some noise, & get dirty.

Here he is running all over the patch.

After some confustion in the maze, Lance sat down for a little break before breaking out.

Lance & Daddy in the maze.

If you look closely, you can see Lance in the maze (center of photo).

Oh, and here is the camel. It's actually a small zoo, & we're going back to visit next week. :)

Today David asked, "Do you think a camels hump is like a whale's fin, & they flop over in captivity?" I asked, "Do you know what a camel's hump is for?" David answered, "To ride on." I laughed & laughed. But he was serious. More laughter.

P.S. The hump stores fat (not water), and it droops over when food is scarce & the fat is used--we looked it up.

Whose Handiwork?

I walked into Lance's room one day looking for Luke. I was pretty sure I had seen David go in with Luke & come out empty handed. When I didn't find him I asked David where he was. David said he was in Lance's room. I found him in Lance's big box (the one for coloring & stickering). David walked into the room just then (obviously staged) & says, "Oh, he must have crawled into the box." Uh-huh.

A while later David brings Luke down to give him to me, & this is what I saw:
David said, "It was a Lance attack." Again, uh-huh. What David doesn't know is that I am quite the sleuth, & I possess awesome detective skills. So judging from the perfect sticker spacing and the fact that there are no stickers on his eyes or nostrils (which are Lance's favorite stickering places), I would say this is the work of a daddy who really amuses himself. :) Uh-huh.

Nutmeg & Tears

Why is it that as soon as you start nursing a baby that the toddler slips out of sight? Well, to get into all the forbidden cupboards, drawers, & closets of course. So what has my little stinker been up to lately? Just a little mess makin'.

My little mischief maker came to me while I was nursing Luke, to give me his dirty socks. He does hate to be dirty--I guess his socks are no exception. When he was dropping off his soiled laundry, I noticed he was covered with something brown & powdery. Hmmmm, what could he possibly have gotten into? I put Luke down to follow Lance into the kitchen (he actually beckoned me to follow him as if to show me some big accomplishment). What I found was that Lance had shaken an entire bottle of nutmeg onto the floor, rubbed it around, & trampled through it tracking it everywhere. At least he took off his socks before tracking it through the living room carpet. What a...good...boy?

When I walked in & saw this I said, "Stay right there while Mama gets the camera." Doesn't he look so happy (probably pretty proud of himself) in the first picture. But then for some reason his little heart got completely broken. I wasn't upset & didn't say anything except telling him to stand there so I could get a picture, and he just started bawling. It was so sad--and it made his poor heartless mother laugh. Which in turn made him cry harder.

If you look closely you can see real tears along with some smudged nutmeg. :)

Well, after a bit of hugging & consoling, we got the tears under control & I stripped him down to clean him up before hauling him to the bathtub. I put him up on the kitchen counter, & before I could even blink he began peeing...right onto the stove top. I reacted with, "No, no, no,no," which I may have said about ten times. That seemed to stop him midstream, & I ran him to the bathroom to put him on the toilet. After about 15 minutes of toilet inactivity, I admitted defeat & took him upstairs to the bathtub.

Once he was all cleaned up, I let him run into my room & climb onto my bed while I got his clothes. That took about 15 seconds, & I got to my bedroom about 2 seconds too late. I found him sitting in a big wet spot on my bed. I guess he finally finished peeing. Arghhhhhh! I still hadn't cleaned up the kitchen (nutmeg on the floor, pee on the stove), & now I had to wash & change bedding. Oh yeah, & finish nursing the crying baby in the living room.

But after cleaning up & taking care of Lance & Luke we all got a nice, long, very much needed nap! :)

THE END (of the messes that day)

Already Running & Talking

Can you believe it? Luke is barely two months old, & already he's running & talking. He's like a baby genius. He must take after his highly intelligent Mama (wink). Since I knew you wouldn't believe it, I took some pictures for proof. I know, I know--you wonder why he can run but can't hold the phone by himself...and my my, what big feet he has. :)

This is actually how I found Luke one day while Daddy was watching him. I'm sure David was getting quite a kick out of this. Leaving him sitting on the couch by himself watching television in giant shoes, waiting for Mom to find him. Kind of like putting him in the closet & waiting for me to come down the stairs & ask, "Where's Luke?" Just so he can casually (while studying at the table) say, "He's in the closet," and watch for my reaction when I actually find Luke in the closet. I know he was really hoping I would hear baby crying coming from the closet, but Luke was a good baby just waiting to be discovered.

And Luke on the cell phone, well that was just Lance helping him talk on the phone. Lance was jabbering away (who knows what he was saying) on Daddy's phone, & out of the blue he put the phone to Luke's ear & said, "Hewo?" He then carried on a phone conversation for Luke. What a good big brother.

The Swing

I have tried & tried to keep Lance out of the swing, but he refuses to accept the fact that the swing belongs to baby brother Luke. He climbs in & gets it swinging so that the legs are coming off the ground & thumping back down on the floor with each back & forth motion. The now squeaky, off-kilter swing may not last much longer, but it provides much needed quiet time for mom. Proof of this is seen in the pictures below.

He actually swung himself to sleep. Then he really made himself comfortable & settled in for a nap.





This is Lance "fixing" the swing. He was so proud to show me the part he succeeded in pulling off. No tools were necessary for the removal, but the key to Mom's car might have been helpful (it unlocks & fixes
everything--at least that's what he thinks).

Picture Tag

I saw this tag a while ago, & thought it was cute. You just search for images for your answers (google or yahoo), and pick a picture from one of the first 4 pages.

My first name

My middle name

My last name

My age

Place I'd like to visit (Venice, Italy)

My grandma's names

Where I grew up

My first job

Pet I've owned (for a day)

Nickname of my best friend

Favorite food--CHOCOLATE, CHOCOLATE,CHOCOLATE

Favorite color

Where I live now