Friday, May 7, 2010

Crocs as Socks?

Am I the only one with kids that have crazy quirks? I swear, each day brings on a whole other obsession with each and every one of them! Tonight, I was going through the normal bedtime routine with Flynn and she decided she wanted to wear a different pair of pajama pants and put them on all by herself. I decided to watch the whole thing, partly in awe that she is old enough to even try to dress herself and partly because I was just too tired to fight back. She successfully put the pj pants on and proceeded to grab her Crocs and put them on like they were her socks!!! She did it so confidently like it was normal to wear Crocs to bed!? This is not the first time she has insisted we keep her Crocs on, or shoes for that matter, when putting her down for bed. She insists on keeping them on when we put her down. I of course find it odd and find myself sneaking in to remove them before I go to bed. Either way, I hope this phase doesn't last long, I think it's a bit odd that she likes to wear Crocs to bed...don't you?

To see it through their eyes...

Friday, January 15, 2010

Celebrating 6 years with a Chocolate Kiss...

Let the ER visits begin! Amazingly enough and knock on wood, Mike and I have not had to make a trip to the emergency room in the 4 years we have been parents UNTIL this past Sunday night, January 10, 2010. Jackson ran into a chair in the family room and split his forehead open a little over an inch vertically.

Sunday, January 10, 2010 Mike and I celebrated 6 years of wedded bliss, 3 children, a dog, and a house in the suburbs! Crazy how time flies and how different our lives are today compared to 6 years ago. As we sat in the Urgent Care in Flossmoor, IL waiting to be seen I couldn't help but dream about how different my night was on Saturday, January 10, 2004. 6 years ago we were dancing double dutch with our friends, reeling each other in like we were fish in a pond, laughing, eating, drinking and enjoying the awesome band play sets of music that appealed to everyone we invited.

FAST FORWARD 6 YEARS...we sit with our 2 3/4 year old (yes the 3/4 makes a HUGE difference these days!) waiting and waiting and waiting until 2 hours goes by and we are still WAITING. Surprisingly, Jackson was patient and pretty delightful in light of the gash on his forehead. We finally moved into the examining room where we waited a bit longer taking the total wait time to about 3 hours. Jackson finally got fixed up and was such a good patient that I told him he could have a special treat when we got home. When I asked him what he wanted he said a kiss. Mike and I looked at each other and thought it was cute that all he wanted was "a kiss". So, Mike leaned in and puckered up for a kiss. Jackson looked at him like he was crazy and said, "not that kind of kiss Daddy, I want a CHOCOLATE KISS!".

To see it through their eyes...


Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Who the hell is Bobby and why is it the title of my blog entry?! "Bobby" is what Flynn has been yelling just randomly from time to time with no one really understanding why she is saying it or who she is referring to. For example, we were at Aunt Mary's house not too long ago and she was trying to chase the cats around yelling "BOBBY!". We all just sat and laughed as each "Bobby" became louder and more pronounced. Or the time that we were in the car on the way to school and all she kept saying was "Bobby", "Bobby", "BOBBBBBBBY!!!!". Both the boys and I started laughing at her in confusion as to who the heck Bobby was. Braden's genious theory was that maybe she was calling for Bobby from Bobby Bear, a mascot from the kids school that comes once a week for a gym class type of program. We felt settled that this might who she is referring to and moved on. That night, at the dinner table, Flynn sat across from all of us and yelled "Bobby" again. Mike and I, as well as the boys, all looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and started to chuckle again, trying to figure out why the heck she keeps calling out "Bobby". Finally, after no formal response from anyone, she yelled it again and pointed her little finger at me!

I AM "BOBBY"!!!!!!!

Now it's a running joke between Mike, myself and the boys. We are working on emphasizing the M in MOMMY, but for now I guess I'll remain "BOBBY!".

To see it through their eyes...

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Paulie, The Shark Man and Bear

If anyone were to ask what one of our biggest day to day challenges is right now with three kids, I would have to say it's getting Braden and Jackson dressed and ready for school in a timely manner and without screaming, tears and negotiations. Who would have EVER thought that I would have two BOYS that were so freaking particular about what the heck they wear on a daily basis?

Lately, the fact that the summer is over is just not setting in with them. They think they can still wear shorts on 40 degree days (it doesn't help that their father doesn't ditch the shorts until
January!!!). All that said, Jackson our sweet, fiesty, sensitive, devil child has declared about three outfits to identify himself in. The first being his SOX jersey (short sleeved top and shorts). He calls himself "Paulie" when in this set that Grandpa so proudly purchased while Mommy and Daddy were in the hospital having Flynn! Jackson likes going against the grain and since the rest of the Meyer family are CUBS fans, Jackson will most likely follow Grandpa's lead and be the lone Sox fan...or as we are to call him, "Paulie".

The next outfit is his Shark shirt and shorts. He calls himself "Shark Man" when in this get up. It's basically a pair of swim trunks and the lycra top that matches it. He has gone days and even nights wearing this outfit WITHOUT taking it off!!! Mike and I have to get in knock down, drag out fights with him about getting him to agree to take the shorts off to get washed. He'll sometimes stand in front of the washer in a fit of rage just waiting for them to get transferred into the dryer which means he will be that much closer to getting them back on! Now that it's chilly out, we have negotiated he wear sweatpants underneath the shorts when he insists on wearing the damn things to school. I sometimes dream of just "accidentally" tossing them into the garbage and blaming it on River. My guilty concious always manages to get in the way. I always remind myself that he will only have this chunk of time in his life to get away with wearing the same thing day and in and day out without too many reprocusions. Hell why not!

The last is our "Bear". He loves to wear the Chicago Bears uniform Braden got for Christmas last year but quickly grew out of. It consists of a pair of football pants, a jersey and helmet. The jersey and pants have taken over the daily Shark Man obsession and I believe Jackson thinks this is his ticket to getting away with wearing pants. However, he still pulls the pants up above his knees for the short look and feel. We usually give him about two days and one night in the outfit before starting our negotiations for wearing another outfit!

Who would have thought that I would be dealing with two boys that cared so much for what they wear at the ripe old age of 3 and 2 years old? We can only hope and pray that we are in a "phase" and look back and laugh at the memories of these fabulous mornings full of negotiations and tears!

To see it through their eyes...

Damn It!

Mike and I had to run to Costco to get none other than diapers and wipes for Flynn. As we were driving by The Creamery on Wolf Road Braden noticed that the place was boarded up for the season and yelled "the ice cream place is closed!" where Jackson replied with a cool, yet raspy "DAMN IT!!!"

To see it through their eyes...

Boogers, Hair and Nails

Yes, you read that right! Braden informed me tonight that he likes to eat boogers, hair and nails! EEEEEEEWWWWWW....

Where did he come from? Was he just looking for a great reaction from his mom? I sure hope so??!!

To see it through their eyes...

Saturday, October 31, 2009