While driving to my mom's this weekend, I overheard the following:
Tanner: You know, Taylor, we can really do anything we want.
Taylor: Um, but then we'd be on the "Naughty List".
Tanner: That's impossible. Wanna know why?
Taylor: How is it impossible?!
Tanner: Because every single year, Santa brings me presents.
Taylor: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...... *thinking*
Heaven help us! I'm in for it now....they have us figured out.
*sigh*
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Monday, February 20, 2012
Life Lessons
This three-day weekend was a welcome get-away....We had a fun and entertaining visit with Mitch & Heidi in Bear Lake (and I am always having too much fun chatting it up to take pictures)...then stopped in Lava at the Hot Pots (we stayed for a record one hour!! Usually it's more like 20 minutes for me)...then spent Sunday and Monday with my family.
See? Gorgeous morning. Usually there's miles of five foot snow drifts in this field along the road....not this year...yet!
"FINALLY! We've been waiting since sunup!" ...so we got a late start...
"Neyummm, ummmmm, ummmm, ummmmm."
See...I told you we scrambled....I was in the middle of a grueling workout when I was hollered at to grab some boots...stylish boots meet worn-out yoga pants.
This is going to sound nerdy, but my favorite part of feeding is pulling off the bailing twine. Yup. Nerdy. It's just so....cool. Especially when it's frozen to the feed. Definitely "cool".
Speaking of cows licking...What am I going to do about Taylor's double cow-lick?
We all learned to drive at the ripe ole age of about 7. (But I'd NEVER let Tanner do that....he's a city boy. LOL!) Katelyn had the pleasure of driving us over frozen ruts down the road to the pasture this morning....lucky we didn't lose a load! Though we did swap stories of the loads we DID lose growing up. Talk about hilarious! I so glad our dad survived us. :)
This morning we went and watched my dad feed the cattle. He was really brave and put the boys in the truck while Katelyn and I scrambled for our coats and shoes. It was a beautiful crisp morning!
The kids thought it was funny how the truck rocked back and forth while Grandpa was loading the bales of hay on the flatbed...this morning's load was a double-deck-er.
See? Gorgeous morning. Usually there's miles of five foot snow drifts in this field along the road....not this year...yet!
"FINALLY! We've been waiting since sunup!" ...so we got a late start...
"Neyummm, ummmmm, ummmm, ummmmm."
At one point, Tanner said to Taylor, "Yup - Taylor! Those are bulls. There is steam coming out of their noses!"
I thought Katelyn and I were going to die laughing in the feed pickup. When we told my dad what Tanner had said, we had to have a little lesson on cattle ranching: Bulls are boys, and cows are girls. THE. END.
There were all kinds of questions...like "What are the big poky things for?" and "Why is Grandpa pulling off the string" and "Is Roxy a predator or is she prey?" and "How does she know how to track us in the snow?" Oy. These kids need to get out more.
Kortlen couldn't take his eyes off of the beautiful beasts! And I must admit - Roxy was pretty entertaining, taking charge of the whole morning.
See...I told you we scrambled....I was in the middle of a grueling workout when I was hollered at to grab some boots...stylish boots meet worn-out yoga pants.
This is going to sound nerdy, but my favorite part of feeding is pulling off the bailing twine. Yup. Nerdy. It's just so....cool. Especially when it's frozen to the feed. Definitely "cool".
Speaking of cows licking...What am I going to do about Taylor's double cow-lick?
We all learned to drive at the ripe ole age of about 7. (But I'd NEVER let Tanner do that....he's a city boy. LOL!) Katelyn had the pleasure of driving us over frozen ruts down the road to the pasture this morning....lucky we didn't lose a load! Though we did swap stories of the loads we DID lose growing up. Talk about hilarious! I so glad our dad survived us. :)
Needless to say, we learned some life lessons today that I've taken for granted. And then we played hard....in the snow. Because you know, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
More & Then Some
Today was a big day...for Tanner and I both. I've been paying more attention to when he talks to me, because I'm finally getting the hint that he hears and understands more than I give him credit for, hence this little doosie:
Taylor approaching the TV to turn it off/on.
Tanner: "Oh, Hell. Taylor knock it off!"
Yeah. Proud mommy-moment over. Just when I thought they could play well together, our three-year-old is swearing at our one-year-old and using it in context!!! Great. Guess I/we have a LOT of work to do. Oh, how ironic it is, that Hevenly Father blessed us with children "Just Like Us!"
Ryan and I are AWEFUL parents when it comes to brushing teeth. In fact, we don't brush our children's teeth (well, Tanner's...Taylor still has NO TEETH at fourteen months!) except on rare occasions, like Sunday mornings, and even that was sporadic.
I noticed some 'buildup' a few months ago, and promised myself I'd do a better job, I even bought Tanner a toothbrush that sang. I know. It doesn't do justice to the plaque unless it's in action!
Well, last week, I noticed it had gotten REALLY BAD. Tooth "c" (pointy in front) and "e" & "f" (two front) were exceptionally bad. I panicked, called the first pediatric/family dentist I saw in the phone book, and said I had to get him in.
So, today we had our FIRST visit to the dentist. Unfortunately, it wont be the last...I mean, I planned on starting routinely visits around age four or five...Tanner never got his first tooth till after he turned one, for crying out loud! (I think we used that as a false sense of security, thinking he would have 'good, strong teeth'). But now, we have three visits set up and scheduled over the next two months to 'fix' the damage. I'm pretty sure we're going to be a regular customer!
After all the hoo-haw and hum-haw, the dentist finally came in (do you know how hard it is for a nervous three-year-old to sit in a chair with lots of 'stuff' around him, even with the tv on the ceiling?!?!) and took a quick (4 minutes) look, apparently worth $48 and confirmed that Tanner would, indeed, need to have THREE cavities filled!!! At least they're filled with white instead of silver...it's been a while since I've had my two cavities filled....and I was 20 when I had them!
Anyways, what I really wanted to say is that on the way over to the dentist, Tanner threw-up...just a little bit. This is how that experience went down as I was trying to locate ONE office building in a myriad of 50 stylish office buildings:
Tanner: "Mommy, I sorry. I made a mess"
Me: "What happened?" thinking it couldn't be too bad, he was strapped in a 50-harness car restraint!
Tanner: "I threw. Up." in a worried little voice.
Me: "What happened?"
Tanner: "I chocked on my fingernail in my neck." (what?!?!?)
Me: frantically looking for the right building, "oh, Tanner!" in an annoyed voice, thinking, "now he's going to stink and be all 'dirty'...what are these people going to think! I don't brush my child's teeth or wash his clothes or bathe him!"
Tanner: "I sorry mommy. I just want to make you happy."
Yeah. It got me, too. I wanted to stop and bawl right then and there.
It hit me. The best way to describe it is like driving along and BAM! there's a snow bank. It looks fluffy enough, but when you and it meet, it's not fluffy. In fact, it hurts, and it hurts horribly bad.
All Tanner EVER tries to do it to get our attention...to get us to notice him. That phrase alone has forever changed my life. Whether he's trying to set the table, move his brother out of harm's way, or put his clothes away in a pile under his bed, he's just trying to make me happy.
Tanner will frequently ask us, "Daddy? You Happy?" or "Mommy? I happy, You Happy?" I have started to answer "Yes" (or "No", but explain as lovingly as possible why his actions made me sad) and will quickly change my attitude from being stressed for WHATEVER reason, and give him some time...it's a start, right?
Taylor approaching the TV to turn it off/on.
Tanner: "Oh, Hell. Taylor knock it off!"
Yeah. Proud mommy-moment over. Just when I thought they could play well together, our three-year-old is swearing at our one-year-old and using it in context!!! Great. Guess I/we have a LOT of work to do. Oh, how ironic it is, that Hevenly Father blessed us with children "Just Like Us!"
Ryan and I are AWEFUL parents when it comes to brushing teeth. In fact, we don't brush our children's teeth (well, Tanner's...Taylor still has NO TEETH at fourteen months!) except on rare occasions, like Sunday mornings, and even that was sporadic.
I noticed some 'buildup' a few months ago, and promised myself I'd do a better job, I even bought Tanner a toothbrush that sang. I know. It doesn't do justice to the plaque unless it's in action!
Well, last week, I noticed it had gotten REALLY BAD. Tooth "c" (pointy in front) and "e" & "f" (two front) were exceptionally bad. I panicked, called the first pediatric/family dentist I saw in the phone book, and said I had to get him in.
So, today we had our FIRST visit to the dentist. Unfortunately, it wont be the last...I mean, I planned on starting routinely visits around age four or five...Tanner never got his first tooth till after he turned one, for crying out loud! (I think we used that as a false sense of security, thinking he would have 'good, strong teeth'). But now, we have three visits set up and scheduled over the next two months to 'fix' the damage. I'm pretty sure we're going to be a regular customer!
After all the hoo-haw and hum-haw, the dentist finally came in (do you know how hard it is for a nervous three-year-old to sit in a chair with lots of 'stuff' around him, even with the tv on the ceiling?!?!) and took a quick (4 minutes) look, apparently worth $48 and confirmed that Tanner would, indeed, need to have THREE cavities filled!!! At least they're filled with white instead of silver...it's been a while since I've had my two cavities filled....and I was 20 when I had them!
Anyways, what I really wanted to say is that on the way over to the dentist, Tanner threw-up...just a little bit. This is how that experience went down as I was trying to locate ONE office building in a myriad of 50 stylish office buildings:
Tanner: "Mommy, I sorry. I made a mess"
Me: "What happened?" thinking it couldn't be too bad, he was strapped in a 50-harness car restraint!
Tanner: "I threw. Up." in a worried little voice.
Me: "What happened?"
Tanner: "I chocked on my fingernail in my neck." (what?!?!?)
Me: frantically looking for the right building, "oh, Tanner!" in an annoyed voice, thinking, "now he's going to stink and be all 'dirty'...what are these people going to think! I don't brush my child's teeth or wash his clothes or bathe him!"
Tanner: "I sorry mommy. I just want to make you happy."
Yeah. It got me, too. I wanted to stop and bawl right then and there.
It hit me. The best way to describe it is like driving along and BAM! there's a snow bank. It looks fluffy enough, but when you and it meet, it's not fluffy. In fact, it hurts, and it hurts horribly bad.
All Tanner EVER tries to do it to get our attention...to get us to notice him. That phrase alone has forever changed my life. Whether he's trying to set the table, move his brother out of harm's way, or put his clothes away in a pile under his bed, he's just trying to make me happy.
Tanner will frequently ask us, "Daddy? You Happy?" or "Mommy? I happy, You Happy?" I have started to answer "Yes" (or "No", but explain as lovingly as possible why his actions made me sad) and will quickly change my attitude from being stressed for WHATEVER reason, and give him some time...it's a start, right?
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