Happy Valentine's Day

While we aren't too big on Valentine's day our day started with pink heart chocolate chip pancakes (which started out looking like real hearts until I got the hang of it) and just got sweeter, literally. Amelia was in pink sugar heaven. DJ gave me flowers, chocolates, and promises he didn't intend to keep (bringing $10,000 home today). I think he has watched too much Beauty and the Beast. Don't worry he also gave me a promise he does intent to keep, to be my eternal valentine, and a date sometime soon. But I reminded him that he is not my only valentine, my sweet Dad still sends me, and now the kids too, a special valentine package. I love it.

Oh boy

We have had inklings of it before. When Bryson was no more than a few weeks old Amelia yelled at him for "almost" touching her with his feet. A few months later she yelled at him for looking at her in the car, and wanted me to stop him. Fairly often when he is crying she will yell at him that he is too loud, and she is definitely starting to get upset when he tryings to get her toys, especially her little princess dolls and doll house, which he loves and has become a MAJOR motivating force in his scooting abilities (DJ is going to tell B that he was motivated by "action figures" and their "base", but I digress).

He even occasionally pulls the bumper down in his crib to look at Amelia about a foot away, sometimes this ends in giggles, sometimes not. Then there was tonight. What were your kids doing at 10:18pm. I am guessing they were tucked in bed, fast asleep. If you would have been in our house and listening to our baby monitor you would have heard this:

(To set the stage Bryson learned how to sit up by himself yesterday and has found great pride in this fact, so he was demonstrating his new trick. Also keep in mind that they had been up there for an hour slowly building up)
B: intermittent noises
A: You're too loud
B: Ah
A: No
B: Ah
A: No
B: Ah (louder)
A: No (louder)
B: AH (louder)
A: NO (louder)
B : AAHH (louder)
A: NNOO (louder)
B : Second verse same and the first, little bit louder and a little bit worse
A: NO NO NO NO NO
B: AH AH AH AH (and then giggling)
A:YOU ARE TOO LOUD
B: AH
A: I NEED TO SLEEP (I don't know if I have ever heard those words from her before)
B: AH
A: MMMOOOOMMMMYYYYY!

This whole time DJ and I were just cracking up. Brings back some childhood memories. I decided to save Amelia, who had no idea that he was just copying her, and went up and got the little stinker who looked quite pleased with himself and stuck him in the packnplay in the office, where he ends up way too often. How do you guys have kids that share rooms?

This was a live picture of his joy.

Having a bad day?

Let Bryson help you feel better! He is in the often hilarious awkward (does that word look seriously wrong to anyone else) smile phase.

Have a nice day.

Genetics

DJ and I were once again in awe of genetics this week...

What are the odds?

What's in a name?

That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. But would an Amelia by any other name be as spicy?

When putting her boots on the wrong feet I corrected her to which she replied "this is the way they go, sorry" in her sassiest voice.

The other day when DJ came home from work he asked her how her day was, she answered "I had a bad time today" and although I wholeheartedly agree, I never said that to her. Definitely not the best of days. When DJ asked why she said "because mommy wouldn't let me do all the things I wanted to", also correct.

Her most repeated phrase lately is "Mommy, you're being bossy!" Nice.

The other day when told she needed to sit on the potty before bed she flat out refused. DJ made her and she stomped in sat on the potty, crossed her arms, and scowled. When DJ asked if she indeed went she sharply said "yes" and the she proceeded to get the tiniest piece of toilet paper and asked if it was enough (yes she knows how much is enough, she does it by herself all the time), when told no she threw it on the floor and gruffly got some more, wiped and chucked it in the potty with all her might. She then got down and stomped some more as she pulled her pants back up and picked up the little piece she threw earlier and again threw it this time into the toilet. We then tucked her into bed and asked if she was comfy, she replied "no, not yet". When I asked why she said it was because "Daddy made me sit on the potty and I didn't want to."

Now, I don't know about you but it sure sounds like we have a 3 year old who apparently won't be turning 4 soon, it will be more like 14. At least from my memory that is how I acted around that age. Mom, Dad what do you think?

>And so you don't think she is all spice, although she does have more than her fair share, she has quite a bit of sugar too. If she asks you if she can do something that she really would like to do and you say yes... well, batten down the hatches because she will pounce and give the the biggest, bestest hug ever with an accompanying "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!". Does she know how to milk it or what.

Our new little sunbeam

And just in case you ever get exposed to the stomach flu and you pray with all your might that your family won't get it, and say over and over that you would rather have a bad cold than the stomach flu...be prepared to get what you ask for.

Picture overload

If I would have gotten around to making a Christmas card. It probably would have been with this picture. Print it off and stick it with the rest of them. If you are looking at it wishing your kids would cooperate as well as mine, you should have been there, it was pure luck. It was right before church the Sunday before Christmas and we were almost late. I threw them quickly behind the couch where Bryson quickly had a meltdown and tried to crawl away. DJ quickly swooped in acting like a crazed man, they of course loved it but were looking at him. I told him to get behind me and for a split second they looked like this, then Bryson proceeded to melt down again. If this post wasn't so picture heavy already I would include the pictures before and after this one. It is classic.

Here is another one I love that shows of Bryson's sweet shirt. It says "I ate Santa's cookies, but I left him some milk". Which I am sure he would do if he had the chance.

This would be why our tree is duct taped to a box filled with 2 cases of canned goods.

These next few are from Christmas day. Amelia was definitely into Santa this year and wrote him a pretty hefty list, thankfully knowing that he only picks a few. DJ and I got a little nervous when she came down Christmas morning wondering which box her Belle dress was in...um...none. But luckily when she opened up her princess dolls and dollhouse she quickly forgot, and we dodged a bullet that I am sure will hit in a future year. If you were wondering what Amelia likes to do all day long a clue would sound something like this "I hope my princess is coming soon..." unfortunately that princess would be me.

My masterpiece. You can't see it, but I even shingled the roof.

Bryson was just happy watching everything, and wanting to grab everything. Amelia yelled at him alot, poor guy. One of his favorite presents was one that combined two of his favorite things, a ball and a rattle. This little dude loves to rock and wiggle dances to anything that remotely sounds like music.

This would be our best attempt at a family picture at my parents house. Also you can't see it very well but Bryson and DJ have coordinating Rocky shirts. DJ was so proud.


And finally, I had to include the girly hair.

There are so many more, but, I need to go to bed. A good new years resolution might be something like not blogging at midnight. But then again, when you get woken up at 12:30 every night, what's the point. And yes, we have tried getting B to sleep through the night, this past week in fact. To make a long story short, the first night there was 2 hours of solid screaming where DJ proclaimed if I didn't feed him he would. Followed by nights of less screaming but waking up every 15minutes-2 hours practically all night, which of course I cannot handle or B just gets MAD. And with no improvement 6 days later and DJ having to start waking up at 5:45 again tomorrow, it got nipped in the bud. Yay. If anyone needs anything around 12:30 or 5:30 let me know, I'll be up.

97%

Apparently that is how many 9 month old babies are shorter than Bryson.

We had his Dr. appointment today and his stats are:

30 3/8 inches (97%)

21 lbs 4 oz (60%)

80% head size

Amelia was very disappointed she didn't get a shot at Bryson's appointment. She even went so far as to say her nose was stuffy so she needed one, and tried her hardest to talk me into letting her have one. What?